Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self by Fleur Delacour

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Chapter 142 Future Fiancée.

Angela stood at the door, her gaze burning as she looked over at Jonathan, who was standing

for the first time.

The cool breeze blew the black shirt on his body slightly, revealing his thin waistline. His forehead was wet with sweat, and his messy hair was hanging down, covering hist eyes.

Seeing her return, he smiled faintly.

Angela’s heart skipped a beat, feeling that on this night, the standing Jonathan was enchanting to the extreme.

After taking a deep breath, she walked in and noticed some professional rehabilitation training equipment placed next to him.

He must have consulted a rehabilitation doctor.

“Didn’t I say we were starting next week? Why are you training today?” Angela asked, puzzled.

Although starting training early could help him get used to it sooner, his leg injury had not healed yet. The difficulty of training now would be greater, and it would be more painful.

Jonathan replied, “I’ve been sitting for too long. I want to quickly stand up.”

Lowering her eyes, Angela glanced at his long legs.

A flash of clarity passed through Angela’s eyes. Although Jonathan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, could command effortlessly without standing up, who would want to be half a head shorter and look up at others when they could stand?

“You’re so tall standing up.” Angela reached out and gestured from the top of her head. “Look, you’re so much taller than me.”

Wearing flat shoes, she only reached Jonathan’s chest.

The closer she stood, the more she could feel the pressure emanating from him.

Jonathan smirked. With one hand leaning on the railing, he freed the other hand to ruffle her hair. “Don’t be picky. Eat everything May makes.”

“I got it.” Angela pouted, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

Then she ran off into the living room.

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his proud self, probably wouldn’t wan anyone to

still for

lips and mobilized his long legs. Enduring the pain drilling into his bone, he

the herbs and started making

Saturday, and Cassie should take the pills as soon as possible for

dad has restricted my freedom! My life is tragic. I’m going to be bedridden

me

exclaimed, “Angela, you’re so kind!” Then she gave Angel the address.

toward the yard and saw that Jonathan was

rehabilitation equipment had also been

looking outside. She smiled and said, “Mrs. Lawson, Mr.

out her tongue.

the company? He

is that someone smarter than you is working harder than you. He’s truly… a ruthless capitalist.

to

lived in a high–end villa area, not as luxurious as Springgate

transfer and

call Cassie when she saw a lady

the dim light, she couldn’t see the person’s face clearly.

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lady. Judging from her

Angela deduced her identity.

fiancée, Cassandra.

eager to get a

clearly, a car pulled up in front of her. Someone opened the door, and the

tongue in disappointment.

gentle voice spoke. “You must be Miss

the butler at Cassie’s house. Angela thanked him

rush over, but she was

don’t want your leg to recover?” Angela pressed her down and handed her the pill

up in Cassie’s

her hand. After checking her pulse, she sighed. “Don’t stay up until 3 a.m.. steer clear of spicy food

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