Destined to Love You novel Chapter 63

Martin looked at her in surprise.

"You're able to fix it, aren't you?"

How many skills had she mastered?

Cultural relic restorers were more scarce than cultural relics. Moreover, most of them are old men. Why did she, a young woman, learn to repair cultural relics?

"I enjoy the work."

"But I haven't study it systematically, so I'm afraid I can't repair it well," Angelia said coyly.

"It doesn't matter."

Martin packed up the box and handed it to her.

"It's not expensive. Don't worry about it. And if you fix it, it's me who gets the benefit."

Angelia nodded. Then Martin turned back and took out more than ten boxes from the drawer.

She was shocked and said, "Martin, do they all have to be repaired?"

Martin laughed.

"Take it easy. I know you can't repair so much at once, so I want to know whether they can be restored."

Angelia caught her breath. If she had to repair all of them, she would finish it next year.

It’s getting late.

Martin left Angelia for dinner then took her home contentedly.

After she got off, Martin was still reluctant to part with her.

"It's a pity that my son has gone on a business trip these days. Or you would be familiar with each other."

Angelia was helpless. It's the first time she met that father help his son steal other's girlfriend.

"There's no need because I have to repair this porcelain bowl. I may not have time to do other things."

Martin was happy again, when she mentioned it.

"I know. Take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

It's not easy to send Martin away. Then Angelia turned around and walked home.

She entered the porch, and the living room was dark with no lights on.

She was surprised because it's just 9 p.m.

Where was Steward?

Angelia entered the room in the dark.

"Where did you go?"

A cold voice of anger suddenly appeared in the dark. As soon as he opened his mouth, the air around him condensed.

Angelia was scared and turned back quickly. In the dark, she saw a figure on the sofa.

"Jonathan?"

The man in the dark suddenly stood up, especially big in the dark.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "Do you remember what I told you?"

"Stay put. But I just went to Martin's home."

Jonathan stepped forward and stood here face to face.

"Do you want to quibble? Who did you meet? Did you eat together?"

He gripped her hands.

"What have you done?"

Angelia pulled by him nearly lost her footing. The box in her hands almost dropped out.

"Release me! The box is going to fall off!"

Jonathan looked down and saw Angelia holding a box. Then he grabbed it angrily.

"What is this? He gave you a present the first time you met, didn't he?"

Angelia was startled and afraid that he would drop the box on the ground.

That bowl has been broken into several pieces. If he fell again, there was no way to fix.

"Jonathan! Give it back to me!"

Jonathan was more and more angry and opened the lid directly.

He was stunned to see the fragments of the porcelain bowl in it.

"Broken bowl? The present?"

Angelia quickly grabbed the box back.

"This is the bowl I promised Martin to mend for him."

Jonathan frowned and didn't loose her arm.

"Where's Martin's son?"

Angelia checked the pieces in the box. Seeing that there was no additional damage, and then she said, "he's on a business trip. Not at home."

Jonathan was stunned and then relieved.

But after a while, he turned angry again.

"Why did you run around today?"

Angelia looked up at him.

"What did you want to see me about?"

Jonathan thought of the bunch of roses which left in the garbage can.