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.

opposite each other by the window and chatted

was beautiful. Better still, the wine was good, and the beauty in

the most enjoyable moment for

a glass of wine, Amber started to feel tipsy and more relaxed. Without realizing it,

eyes traveled over her fair thighs

his heartbeat grew louder in his

flashed her

after a moment, he said, “Um, Amber, it’s getting late. I think you should go back to your

at him. “Why? Do you find me

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

replied, “Of course

why are you chasing

what I’m trying to do. I’m just worried

“What do you mean?”

it that her IQ becomes so low after she has had some alcohol? Defeated by Amber’s innocence, he retaliated,

the more confused. “What

she not get it? How am I going to joke around with her in

struck Amber’s mind. Her face flushed red as she stood up and said, “You

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

embarrassed, Amber put down her glass

his laughter and

their journey. As before, Jonathan was the

they 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

fresh, and the scenery was breathtaking. Everything felt lively when the sun shone on

a well-known singer was playing

a melodious love song—I

hope life will treat you kind, and I hope that you have all that you ever

I do

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

a question I’ve been meaning to

“What is it?”

not strong. Whenever Amber wore something seductive, he could not contain himself. Fortunately, the camouflage clothing had

said that you went in because you pitied her. Then later, you said that it was because of Golden Years. And when you told me, you said that it was because you wanted to

bright smile, Jonathan answered, “That’s all true. 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.

“And what’s that?”

busybody.”

touched and was

three in the afternoon, Jonathan and Amber arrived in Ackleton. After resting for a short while,

to the mountain road that Felicia had mentioned. The mountain roads were rugged. The further they drove, the more dangerous it was. And finally, their car could no longer travel further. Jonathan

quickened their pace. It was eight o’clock in the evening when they were twenty