Love Her to No End

Chapter 42 She Freaks Out

The dream from last night continued to linger in Michaela’s mind, seemingly stabbing right through her heart as the tumult of emotions brewing within her could not calm down even after a long time.

She had long put those immature words she had once said while she was young at the back of her mind as time slipped away.

I have to admit the layout and structure of Shappiray Mansion are exactly like what I’ve envisioned, or possibly even better, and I’m more than glad about it. But again, I’m sure this is nothing more than pure coincidence. Or perhaps, those words I said years ago have inspired him to build Shappiray Mansion in such a manner! Oh well, I don’t even dwell on those ideas, so why will others?

After getting things reasoned out, Michaela swiftly brushed her teeth and get changed. She thought she had woken up quite early, but only to find that Jonathan was already seated on the couch working on his laptop placed on his thighs when she headed downstairs.

As his slender and defined fingers danced across the keyboard, the crisp clattering of the keys sounded rhythmically in the room.

The man had a tall build and long legs. Verily, as he slightly extended his legs and leaned back onto the couch slothfully, there was an inexplicable sense of casualness and attractiveness.

While Michaela was engrossed in what was before her eyes, Jonathan suddenly threw a side glance in her direction. He wore a composed look and had his lips slightly curled upward.

“Good morning, Mr. Jonathan!” She stopped abruptly in the middle of the flight of stairs and obediently greeted him.

“Mmm.” Jonathan withdrew his gaze. She honestly looks good in anything. Despite those thoughts, the words coming out of his mouth sounded extremely serious. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I-I guess so!” Michaela replied with her eyes lowered.

Being in an unfamiliar environment, she thought she would not be able to fall asleep. Little did she expect that she would have a good night of sleep till dawn, much less a dream.

The thought of how she used to call Jonathan by his name brazenly made her feel a little guilt-ridden. She felt like there was a flame ignited and burning fierily on her chest.

“Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?”

Recognizing that the voice came from above her head, Michaela immediately raised her head. Only then did she realize Jonathan was standing right in front of her, staring at her concernedly.

breath brushed against her face, causing her to blush so much that she looked like

forget to close the windows last

a long while, the man lifted his hand and placed his palm on her

that Jonathan had just touched felt like they were set ablaze with fire. The temperature of her face remained peak high as

a few steps backward, deliberately distancing herself away from Jonathan. “I-I’m just hungry and rushed down in a hurry!” She blinked as

by her wrist and pulled her toward the dining room. “The kitchen has finished preparing breakfast.

off Jonathan’s body, making him radiate a blissful tenderness.

the dining room, the butler had been waiting for their arrival. Noticing their intimate behavior as they walked in, he wore a delighted look as he greeted, “Good morning,

morning, Wayne!”

sight of Wayne’s meaningful smile,

she felt that everyone there was acting

me up curiously; though Wayne is extremely friendly, he has a baffling smile. And not to mention how Jonathan was so intimate by having physical contact

her ear. “I haven’t had

on her soup as that question

herself earlier, yet Jonathan’s question only triggered her to rethink the meaning behind

was flushed a crimson red, and her tears

are you so

words rang out, Michela felt a sudden

with her blouse on, she could feel the warmth from Jonathan’s palm permeating into her skin, leaving her

much as he had patted her back, she felt a numbness creeping up to her head and her body shivering

Michaela spoke in an apologetic voice after the

more concerned about getting an answer to his question earlier. “You have yet to answer me. What do you think

cool!” Michaela acknowledged with a

were not enough to satisfy

the soup and her exquisite face blanked out as she fell into deep thought for a while before she turned to

to her while she was unprepared, leaving her jumping in fright that the fork in her hand dropped as

left Michaela’s body frozen on the spot, not daring to move an inch. Right then, a soft voice rang next to her ear. “Mich, you’re doing it on purpose, am