Chapter 54 Skirt Is Too Short

Jonathan’s words tickled Michaela’s heart like a feather. A feeling flashed by too quickly and she was unable to comprehend it.

Under Jonathan’s scrutiny, Michaela finally nodded her head obediently. “Okay, I’ll do what you say.”

Resolving the misunderstanding had lifted the weight from Jonathan’s heart. He gently caressed Michaela’s long hair as gratification filled him. “Go change. I’ll bring you to the campfire party.”

I think girls her age like lively events. I don’t mind catering to her demands as long as it makes her happy. I can do more than this for her.

Noticing Michaela was still rooted in place, Jonathan asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Mr. Jonathan, I don’t want to go to the campfire party. I’m hungry.”

The meal earlier was tasteless, and now I’m feeling my stomach is empty. Her stomach let out a hungry growl with impeccable timing.

Jonathan’s eyes darkened, seeing her acting coquettishly with him. “Let’s grab some food then. Put more layers on. The mountain is chilly at night.”

His gaze landed on her pair of slender legs.

My phone still has the photo Gary sent me. I don’t understand what fashion designers are thinking these days. Why did they make the skirts so short? It’s way too distracting.

Oblivious to Jonathan’s thoughts, Michaela assumed he was worried about her health. She muttered an acknowledgment and got up to head back to her room.

After a few steps, she halted and asked, “Should we invite Vincent?”

That idiot again!

Jonathan was pissed when he heard the way she addressed Vincent. He paused and trained his intense gaze on Michaela. “Mich, he and I grew up together. Do you think it’s appropriate to call him Vincent, and me, Mr. Jonathan?”

Does he have to be so adamant about the

him all the more when he got like that. A gleam of cheekiness flashed across her eyes. She feigned ignorance and said, “But didn’t you ask Vincent to treat you with respect? Since Vincent and

I just shoot myself in

“Michaela!”

corners of Jonathan’s lips, and his

she was saved by

his room just now, probably

expression, but Michaela

Michaela skip happily to open the door, coldness filled Jonathan’s eyes. Since he’s serving himself

for the servers to push the meal delivery carts into the room, slandering Jonathan in the process. “I can’t believe that hiberdating Jonathan left the two of us here and went

Vincent could finish talking, a tall figure appeared in his line

expression on Jonathan’s face sent chills running up Vincent’s spine. All Vincent could manage was a

say hiberdating? You must have misheard. Who dares to slander you like that? I’ll be the first to object. Our Jonathan is

thousand miles an hour. He

for his life. Instead, Jonathan merely cast him a

it go and turn the

and cut the steak for

in front of Michaela. It looks like I’ll have to hide somewhere for the time being. I’ll have to remain hidden

been overthinking

knife, Jonathan had set the plate of cut steak in front of Michaela and took

“Hey-”

service for me?

retort. It slipped his mind that he only requested dinner for

him, Vincent felt an overwhelming pressure looming over him. Without a choice, he resignedly went with Jonathan’s narrative. “Yeah. I ordered that for you! I

trouble you. I can do

behind my back, and even trying to have dinner with Michaela without me! Is he planning to decorate the table with

was no change in Jonathan’s expression despite the jealousy burning within him. Yet, Vincent

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