Love Her to No End

Chapter 67 I Yield

“I don’t have any clothing here that’s suitable for young women, Mich. What I do have is a new nightie that I’ve recently bought, so try to make do with it today. I’ll have someone get that sorted out tomorrow.”

“It’s okay, Old Mrs. Xander. I’ve already imposed myself on you quite enough already. My mom might get upset with me if she were to find out how much work I’m putting you through.”

Most kids nowadays are ill-bred and incurably willful, being spoilt rotten the way they are. That, however, is not the case with this girl right here; she is polite, gracious, witty, competent, unfussy with food, and dresses modestly. Mavis’ fondness for the young woman only grew the more she saw of her.

To her, the young woman before her possessed all the qualities that would make her the ideal wife one day. As such, she could not help but lament the fact that the Xanders simply did not have the good fortune to have her become part of their family.

Worried that Michaela would be unable to settle in well since she was staying over for the first time, Mavis spent some time chatting with her before getting up to leave. Nevertheless, she did not neglect to remind Michaela to turn in early.

Michaela saw Mavis to the stairs where she watched the elderly lady descend them with assured steps. She was about to turn back when she spotted Jonathan who was standing not too far away.

Already changed out of his suit, Jonathan was dressed in a more casual outfit that was more comfortable to be worn around the house. For some inexplicable reason, it conferred upon him the geniality of a boy-next-door that was conspicuously absent from his usual high-and-mighty bossman persona.

He had his hands tucked inside the pockets of his pants as he regarded her with a laid-back expression, and when their eyes met, the man’s deep-set eyes and unfathomable gaze were akin to a bottomless pit that threatened to suck her in.

Steadily curling up his lips, he cast her a devilish smile that made her shudder, and in response, Michaela turned and broke into a run, almost without apprehension.

“Stop right there, Michaela Lingard!”

Jonathan furrowed at the woman’s audacity to torment him by her avoidance. Did she really expect to be able to get away scot-free during our time at the Xander residence after entertaining herself at dinner at my expense?

Getting too far ahead of herself, I’d say!

Jonathan’s long and narrow eyes squinted. His pretty and piercing gaze, coupled with the fact that there was not much physical separation between them, to begin with, sent a chill down Michaela’s spine.

hands failed to open the door no matter

the door. Smiling wryly, he said, “Where do you think you’re going? Have you forgotten that this is the place where I lived

gaze burning, causing her

lips curled up subtly as though he was in a splendid mood. “Now, why don’t you tell me, Mich, who is in the wrong here?” he said in

“I-I…”

She could certainly start pointing fingers, but she had no idea how to

leaned in with his deep-set eyes fixated upon her. “Why

“I-I didn’t!”

prompt to answer, she could not help but feel a little self-conscious under the glare

ridiculous circumstances was not something that she wanted.

his background and stature, there was no woman out of Jonathan’s reach. He’s merely toying with me, and this entire affair is nothing but one practical joke taken too

look at me? Do you

as though to penetrate Michaela’s innermost thoughts. When she did not respond, he nodded, and growled sonorously and dourly, “Fine. In that case, I’ll swear that I’d never show myself in front of

only to hear the woman’s firm denial. “It’s not what you think! Besides, this is your

were in. Hence, she sought to suppress her own voice until it tapered down to barely more than a squeak toward the

the smirking Jonathan. I just knew that she could not bear to be apart from me! Sometimes, it takes the right sort of duress to help one confront one’s own true

When Michaela declined to meet his

attitude changed so quickly

never had any intention of walking away. If nothing else, he was really

downstairs. “Have you any idea what time it is already? Why are you still going back and forth like that? I reckon that Mich should

telling you. Girls have always been accustomed to sleeping in familiar beds, you old coot, but you just wouldn’t listen. This warm milk that I have here can help. Run along to bed now. I’ll be back

coming up the stairs right after Mavis’ voice

to her how intimate Jonathan and her must appear right now. Pushing the man away