Female Novel
Chapter 12
Angela had only one major class in the afternoon. After finishing her class, Angela planned to gostraight home. Although she now had a place to live, she didn’t have much money on her. The KinsFamily believed that as long as they provided her with food and she didn’t starve, she should begrateful. Angela left the school gate and waited for the bus while opening her phone. Out of habit,she wanted to go online and check if there were any part-time jobs on the app. But when sheopened her phone, she felt a bit frustrated. It wasn’t a smartphone, so she couldn’t really find anyjobs with apps. She could only make calls and send text messages.After a while, a black sedan suddenly stopped in front of her. Subconsciously, she looked into thecar and saw the back window slowly rolling down, revealing a man’s deep and three-dimensionalface. His expression was as cold and indifferent as always, exuding an air of nobility untainted bythe mundane world. Jonathan glanced at Angela and said slowly, “Get in the car.” Angela wasstunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant. The man frowned and said in a low voice,“There’s blood on your skirt.” Upon hearing this, Angela immediately blushed, anxiously lookingbehind her. Sure enough, there was a small red mark on the back of her blue skirt. Although it wasalready September, the weather was still hot, and this was the only skirt she had. Embarrassed andangry, Angela covered the red mark on her skirt with one hand, but unfortunately, Jonathan saw it.She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear on the spot. “Get in the car!”Jonathan’s cold voice came again. At this moment, the driver’s door opened, and Sebastian, thedriver, got out of the car. He smiled kindly and opened the back door, gesturing for her to get in.After thinking for a moment, Angela didn’t want to be overly shy and got into the car, feelingembarrassed. But in her current situation, she didn’t dare to sit on the seat, afraid of dirtying it.Angela lowered her head and could only squat down, looking like a helpless little creature.Sebastian closed the car door and sat in the front driver’s seat. He turned his head and askedAngela, “Miss, where do you live?” “In the military district compound, on Northcity Avenue,” Angelaanswered cautiously, not knowing where to put her hands and feet due to the embarrassment.Jonathan looked coolly at the crouching Angela and asked, “Isn’t it uncomfortable to squat likethis?” “It’s not uncomfortable. It’s fine…” Before she could finish her sentence, Angela, due to
nervousness, hit her head on the car roof, causing her pain and making her too afraid to make asound.The rebuttal came too quickly, and she felt a bit awkward, burying her head even lower, not daringto breathe loudly. Jonathan pursed his thin lips into a straight line, glanced at her, took off his suitjacket, and threw it onto the nearby seat. “Use this as a cushion.” Angela widened her eyes insurprise, her fan-like eyelashes trembling. This suit obviously had a high price tag. She had to figureout how to afford her meals now, so how could she dare to use such an expensive suit as amakeshift cushion? She couldn’t afford it. Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Jonathan raised aneyebrow. “Do you think I need to extort money from a student like you?” Well… Angela accepted it,thanked him, and then carefully stood up and sat in that spot. The car sped along the road, and toavoid awkwardness, Angela kept her gaze fixed on the window. The bright car window reflectedJonathan’s profile: handsome and unparalleled, clean, and clear, all while still exuding the maturityof a man. How could such an outstanding person die two years later? It was such a pity. Soon, thecar stopped at an intersection. Angela breathed a sigh of relief, thanked them, and immediatelyjumped out of the car. For some reason, Sebastian also opened the car door and called her back.Sebastian hesitated briefly before finally asking, “Miss, have you always lived in the military zone?Are you familiar with an elderly woman named Charlotte?” Upon hearing this name, Angela raisedher gaze with curiosity. “You know my grandmother?” “Is she your grandmother? Can you tell mewhere she is now?” Sebastian’s voice carried a hint of excitement. Angela nodded, but herexpression turned somewhat sad. “My grandmother passed away three years ago.” Sebastianseemed to have a hard time accepting this news, disappointment filling his face. Sebastian wantedto say something else, but in the end, he chose not to. He smiled kindly and said, “We arrived toolate. Alright, young lady, you may go upstairs.” Angela nodded, turned around, and walked back, hermind filled with speculation. Was Sebastian looking for my grandmother because of Jonathan’sillness? In my previous life, did Jonathan die because they couldn’t find my grandmother? Beforeshe took a few steps, a hurried voice came from the car. “Master Jonathan, what’s wrong?” “Themedicine, where is it?” Sebastian anxiously searched through the car’s storage compartment. Hedistinctly remembered placing spare medicine there, so why couldn’t he find it? Angela’s footsteps
paused, and she quickly ran back, opened the car door, and got in. She saw Jonathan with a painedexpression, his brows tightly furrowed, his face as pale as paper, and cold sweat seeping from hisforehead. With one hand supporting his head, the veins on his neck were pulsating. Jonathan fellill?Angela was startled by this scene and instinctively reached out to feel his pulse. A few secondslater, Angela pursed her lips, roughly understanding Jonathan’s condition, along with the scent ofherbal medicine emanating from his body. There was the aroma of magnolia bark, Centralis fungi,and diazepam. And these were all herbs used to treat insomnia, excessive dreaming, and mentalweakness. Especially diazepam. Its use indicated that the situation was already very serious. Long-term sleep disorders would make a person irritable and mentally exhausted. Treating it as a simplesleep problem would be futile. Instead, with the passage of time, it would only worsen. Jonathanopened his eyes, his black pupils as cold as ice, with a crimson tint at the corners. He gasped andturned his head, his face shrouded in darkness. With great effort, he managed to utter a few words,“Please keep your distance from me!”novelbin