Destined to Love You novel Chapter 92

The light lightened the dark room.

Jonathan sat down by the bed and put his hands on the quilt.

The person hiding in the quilt seemed to feel his movement and moved slightly.

"Don't be afraid."

Angelia didn't move. Her voice came from the quilt and was a little fuzzy.

"Jonathan?"

Her voice was very small, like a kitten.

Jonathan's heart was so soft.

"It’s me."

He bent down, directly hugged the person who was wrapped in the quilt with the quilt into his arms.

"Look, it's not dark anymore."

Angelia was pulled out by him, and when she opened her eyes, her eyes widened!

Candles were lit in the dark room.

There were various candles on the ground, on the windowsill, on the table, on the chairs.

All the fire light illuminated the entire room.

Angelia looked at the candlelight in front of her in surprise.

"These ones……"

Jonathan put the candle in her hand and kissed her on the forehead.

"Sorry, I didn't know there would be an electricity black-out today."

Angelia held the candle in her hand. The flame brought light and warm temperature.

There was warmth in her heart, and she didn't know what to do.

"Why are you doing it?"

Jonathan hugged her and whispered, "I want you to think of light and me when you see the night, then you won't be afraid in the future."

Angelia raised her head.

The candlelight was reflected in Jonathan's eyes like a cluster of lights, jumping constantly.

"Tell me, why are you afraid of the darkness?" he asked.

"I do not know."

Angelia shook her head.

"From the moment I can remember, it's like someone has been telling me that you can't go to a dark place..."

She frowned, but she didn't know when the memory began.

Jonathan hugged her and his hands tightened slightly.

"Then you will remember that in the dark place, there is me."

Angelia grabbed the quilt.

"Jonathan, are you making up for me?"

"No," Jonathan said softly.

Angelia calmed down and leaning on Jonathan's arms.

The candlelight in front of her seemed to dispel the haze in her heart for a moment.

Jonathan hugged her quietly.

She didn’t know how long it took before he spoke softly.

"I think I like you."

The sound was as soft as a feather flicking.

The breeze blew and the word was blown into the air.

Angelia in his arms did not respond.

She closed her eyes slightly, not knowing when she was already asleep.

The circuit had not been restored.

However, the bedroom on the third floor of the castle had been bright and had not been extinguished all night.

The next day, when Angelia woke up, the candles in the room had been cleaned up.

Jonathan finally agreed that she could go out, but it didn't take long for her to be happy.

When Angelia was about to rest in the evening, she found that there was something more in her bedroom.

The papers on the bedside, the suit in the closet, and even another pillow on the bed.

Angelia stood in front of the bed and looked at it for a while.

"Steward, where did the things in my bedroom come from?"

Steward smiled and said, "Sir ordered us to bring things here."

"Those are Jonathan's?"

Angelia frowned. "Can't he live in his original room?"

Steward smiled and teased, "No."

Angelia frowned as she looked at the things in the bedroom.

"Steward, you help me move these things back."

Steward was taken aback.