Love Her to No End

Chapter 64 Not Hate But Like It was fall. Leaves rustled in the chilly wind.

Michaela’s biological clock was what woke her up. When she opened her eyes and saw the familiar scent in front of her, she closed her eyes in despair.

It seemed like she had drunk quite a lot the night before, for she could not remember how she even cback.

It was only until the sounds of running water traveled into her ears did Michaela abruptly sat up.

The room seemed familiar, but after a closer look, Michaela realized that it was not quite the same. The monotonous color schfor the interior told her that it was Jonathan's room.

Could it be that | went to the wrong room after drinking too much last night? Michaela then rubbed her temples. She could not believe that the first drink she had would be the strongest alcohol—whiskey. Furthermore, as she was suffering a hangover, she felt a gnpounding away in her head.

Even if I've gone to the wrong room, what's with the sound from the bathroom? Right as Michaela was about to get out of bed and find out what really was going on, someone opened the bathroom door from inside. Then, Jonathan, in a black bathrobe, walked out.

The black bathrobe had a low V-neck, and Jonathan had only loosely tied the bathrobe’s belt around his waist.

Jonathan was usually an elegant gentleman, but in that bathrobe, he looked even more attractive than usual.

Right then, a bead of water rolled down his cheek and to his collarbone before disappearing down his chest.

Just a brief glimpse at him, and Michaela could already see Jonathan's great figure.

The suave man had the perfect body shape of an inverted triangle, and he had defined muscles. As his bathrobe reached his knees, his muscular calves could be seen. They were a flawless mix of beauty and strength, a deadly temptation.

In the blink of an eye, Michaela’s face turned bright red. She did not know where to look, but she could not tear her eyes away either.

It was especially so when she saw Jonathan's smiling eyes. Subconsciously, Michaela pulled her blanket higher to block her line of sight.

Jonathan smiled at her actions. He then dried his hair with the towel for a while before heading straight to the bed and sitting down beside Michaela.

Upon feeling the cave-in of the bed, Michaela’s face turned even hotter. As a matter of fact, the heat from her face traveled to the tip of her ears. Just then, a magnetic voice sounded out, “You're now shy after a night of us sleeping together?” Instantly, Michaela’s eyes widened, and she whipped her head around to look at Jonathan in disbelief.

She then saw Jonathan raise a brow and uttered in a low voice, “What's the matter? Have you forgotten everything that happened last night? Do you need a reminder? Hmm?” The way he dragged his last word made Michaela’s heart skip a beat.

Panicking, her temples throb. Her brows knitted, and snippets of memories of last night flashed past her mind.

Finally, with Jonathan’s reminder, her memories gradually returned.

When she recalled calling Jonathan her boyfriend, Michaela immediately covered her face and wished for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. That way, she would not need to see anyone else for the rest of her life.

This is so embarrassing! | even caressed his face! Oh my god! When she turned to look at Jonathan to see him looking at her with a gentle smile, Michaela felt certain that she would soon be murdered.

| have to lie on the bed | make. There’s no way I'll be able to avoid this issue by pretending to be an ostrich.

“Mr. Jonathan, I'm sorry. I...” What Michaela wanted to say to him was that she had drunk too much and to ask him not to be mad at her.

However, before she could finish her sentence, the man’s magnetic voice rang by her ear, “It’s fine. Letting yourself go wild is a way of ridding yourself of stress. You don’t need to take the matter to heart.” It was an unexpected answer that made Michaela snap her head upward. Instantly, her eyes met his sharp ones.

He had a solemn expression on, but the words he said made her face red and her heart skip a beat.

“Moreover, | should be forgiving and nice to you as your boyfriend.” Boyfriend? All of Michaela’s blood rushed to her face at the mention of that word, making both her face and neck flushed.

Michaela did not know how to respond to his blunt words, but still, she tried to explain, “Mr. Jonathan, | drank too much last night and was spouting nonsense. How can you take my drunk speech seriously?” “But | did.” Jonathan stared at her with a burning gaze. “Don’t they say that people speak only the truth after drinking? | never thought that you've always had a crush on me, Mich.” “No, that's not it. I—" Michaela instinctively denied, but the next thing she saw was Jonathan gazing at her with a hurt look.

“Do you hate me, Mich?” “No!” Michaela denied again.

Jonathan was the only one who treated her extremely well other than her grandfather and mother. She knew that he was sincerely nice to her. Perhaps it was all because of her grandfather, but still, she was grateful for his kindness.

Therefore, she did not hate him. Even the initial anxiety she felt upon meeting him again slowly dissipated as the two met more and more frequently.

However, if someone were to ask her to clarify the feelings she had for Jonathan, she would find herself at a loss for words.

A tinge of delight entered Jonathan's eyes as he watched Michaela deny everything in a panic. It was as if she was terrified of him misunderstanding her. He then uttered, “If you don’t hate me, Mich, it means you like me. | knew it!” Michaela froze. She was baffled.

Does not hating him mean I like him? Is that really how things work? Is he really still Mr. Xander who is supposedly uninterested in girls? Why is he so childish? Moco (hac® Michaela was panicking to the verge of tears. No matter what she said, she could not win against Jonathan. It felt as though none of her words would be able to clarify the situation.

It was until Michaela’s face and ears were as red as a tomato did Jonathan finally change the topic. “There's honey water by the bedside. Drink it after you wash up. Then, cdownstairs for your meal. If you don't start moving, you're going to be late.” “Huh?” At that, Michaela turned around to glance at the time. Upon registering the time, she tossed the frustrating issue to the back of her mind and pulled the blanket off her. In the next second, she was up and running toward the bathroom of the opposite room.

The smile on Jonathan's face deepened at the sight of the young woman's hurrying figure. He stared at her unblinkingly, seemingly unwilling to miss out even a second of her.

By the tMichaela changed and went down the stairs, Jonathan was already seated at the dining table. At the thought of what happened earlier, Michaela walked to the other side of the table and sat down opposite Jonathan.

The girl's always been sitting with Mr. Xander, but she’s deliberately sitting on the other side today. Could it be that the two are arguing? Wayne wondered. That can’t be, right? Mr. Xander looked thrilled this morning. | thought the two have confirmed their relationship, but what's going on with them right now? Despite the confusion he felt, Wayne still brought Michaela’s breakfast to her. After giving Wayne a soft thanks, Michaela dug in.

When she sensed the burning gaze opposite, Michaela was even more afraid to lift her head and meet his eyes.

All she could do was steel herself and pretend as if she did not notice his staring.

Jonathan did not push Michaela any further when he noticed her avoidance.

The change in their status already delighted him enough. He knew that she needed tto accept the fact, and he was worried that pressuring her might end up backfiring on him.

However, Jonathan never knew that would continue until Friday.