I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 67 It Is White

Jonathan swallowed hard. “F*ck off!”

Immediately, the caller said, “Sir, do you wish to f*ck someone?”

Jonathan was rendered speechless. “F*ck you!”

“God, you’re so annoying. Give me a second. I’m coming to you right now,” the caller said bashfully.

“Don’t!” Jonathan was scared stiff. “If you do, I’ll call the police!”

It seemed that his words had worked, as the caller immediately hung up.

Jonathan let out a long sigh. The woman on the phone is truly a master. I almost accepted her offer after hearing a few sentences from her.

He went back to the window and sat down again. As the air conditioner was turned on, the room was rather cooling. Although there were other items, such as a computer and a television in the room, he was not interested in them.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Is it that woman who called just now? Jonathan’s heart thumped. If not for the fear that Amber would find out, I would have done something crazy today.

Waving away those thoughts, he quickly went to answer the door, only to see Amber standing in the doorway.

She was wearing a light blue dress, with her hair styled in waves. She looked gorgeous and lively. In her hands were a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.

Jonathan stared at Amber’s chest and saw her cleavage. His heart raced.

“Oh, Little Amber. It’s you. You’re so beautifully dressed, and you even brought a bottle of wine. Are you forcing me to make a mistake? Look, I can’t hold back sometimes.” Jonathan rubbed his hands.

Amber rolled her eyes at Jonathan. “What’s up with your mind? Can’t you think of something else besides that?”

With a chuckle, Jonathan let Amber into his room. “How can I possibly think straight when I see someone as beautiful as you in the middle of the night? If I can, then it’s either you’re a failure or I’m a failure.”

“Not funny!”

“Haha. Aren’t you curious why I said the last sentence?”

“Please, I know what you mean. You’re a failure because you’re worse than a beast, and I’m a failure because I’m not attractive enough. Am I right?”

Jonathan gave a half-suppressed laugh.

Amber continued, “I can’t sleep, and I feel like talking to you. Besides, drinking wine is good for a woman’s skin.”

“Are you a good drinker? I’m afraid that you’ll molest me when you’re drunk.”

“Can’t you say something nice?” While saying that, Amber poured a glass of wine for Jonathan and herself.

each other by

night view was beautiful. Better still, the wine was good, and the beauty in front of Jonathan

most enjoyable moment

wine, Amber started to feel tipsy and more relaxed. Without realizing it, she had placed both her feet down

eyes traveled over her fair thighs and

stirred inside him as his heartbeat grew louder in

flashed her underwear

said, “Um, Amber, it’s getting late. I think you should go

him. “Why? Do you find me annoying and

Amber was valiant and charismatic. However, after having some wine, she reverted to

replied,

you chasing

I’m trying to do. I’m

“What do you mean?”

has had

the more

it? How am

face flushed red as she stood up and said, “You darn

by her words, Jonathan said, “If I was a pervert, I would’ve

put down her glass

his laughter and went

their journey. As

had a navigation system in the

in the morning, and the sun was shining brightly. After leaving Kenfort, Jonathan drove into a mountain road. On the left side of the road, one could see mountains filled with trees. And on the right, there was a long and crystal clear

was fresh, and the scenery was breathtaking. Everything felt lively

a well-known singer was playing

melodious love song—I Will

treat you kind, and I hope that you have all that

I do wish you

the song quietly. More than ever, they felt touched by

a question I’ve been meaning to ask

“What is it?”

two were in camouflage clothing today, Jonathan’s will was not strong. Whenever Amber wore something seductive, he

of Golden Years. And when you told me, you said that it was because you wanted to resolve the matters with Golden Years. I’m curious.

Felicia is indeed pitiful, and I really want to get my hands on Golden Years and take care of their problems once and for all. If you want me to conclude everything, I think there’s only

“And what’s that?”

a busybody.” Jonathan

smiled. She felt touched and was satisfied

Ackleton. After resting

further they drove, the more dangerous it was. And finally, their car could no longer travel further. Jonathan and

Jonathan carrying the heavier equipment, they quickened their pace. It was eight o’clock in the evening when