I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 85 Department Of National Security Sixth Division

Jonathan did not think much of it. After all, Jennifer was a living person. It was impossible for her to just stay in the rental apartment all day every day.

Jonathan was lying on Jennifer’s bed, and he suddenly smelled the lingering fragrance she had left on the bed.

With her scent, it was as if she was beside him.

Jonathan felt aroused again, but this was Jennifer’s bed. Therefore, he didn’t dare to mess around. If I left any traces, I would be in trouble. Staying in my house and peeking at her shower is the best way to release myself.

Jonathan had been busy the last few days, and he was exhausted. Besides, the bed was really comfortable. Therefore, he dozed off before knowing it.

Around eleven at night, Jennifer returned home. She was wearing a red dress, revealing her alluring cleavage. She had curled her hair, and her body exuded an inexhaustible sexiness.

Jennifer pushed open the door. Turning on the light, she saw someone on the bed. She was momentarily taken aback. Fixing her gaze, she realized the person on her bed was Jonathan.

He was snoring lightly, for he was too tired. He did not even wake up when Jennifer came back.

Originally, Jonathan had a strong sense of alertness. If his enemy were after him, he would be able to sense that enemy even if the latter didn’t make a sound. This was Jonathan’s instinctive ability to any crisis.

However, Jennifer had no animosity toward Jonathan, so he was not alerted by her presence. As a result, he did not wake up.

Jennifer averted her eyes, saw the roses on the table, and was thrilled.

Even after her divorce, many middle-aged men still sent her flowers. Although she had received many of them, it was a unique feeling to receive flowers from Jonathan.

In Jennifer’s impression, Jonathan was a burly and rough man who knew nothing about romance.

“He must be exhausted.” Seeing that he was deeply asleep, she couldn’t help but feel her heart clench. Carefully, she tiptoed over, not wanting to wake the man up.

Despite her efforts, Jonathan woke up anyway.

Jonathan sat up on the bed. He was having a sweet dream where he held both Jennifer and Amber in his arms on the bed. He was really fickle in love.

This was the second time he dreamt about that.

While he was dreaming, he suddenly realized something was amiss.

This doesn’t seem right. Judging by Amber’s and Jennifer’s personalities, they wouldn’t be willing to sleep with me. No way. This must be a dream.

in the dream. Nevertheless, the more he tried to control how the dream progressed, the stronger

and he was frustrated. He lifted his

smile was enchanting and

Jonathan, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly. Then,

outfit. Then, without saying a word, he took out his

What are you doing outside? Besides, your dress is so revealing. Don’t you know there are

checked herself in front of the mirror and responded, a little confused, “Is

over to her. When he noticed the alcoholic stench on the woman, he

Jennifer nodded.

and goes out at night to drink, and

it if Jennifer were to go out with another man. Even if my relationship with her isn’t established yet, I’ll get angry and want to beat people if she were to date another

the time, Jonathan was considered a reasonable man. However, when he was

Jennifer with

was stunned. As if he was insulted by her, he

Jonathan was either

today, and we were at karaoke all night. A male classmate then escorted us home.” She paused

he broke out into a cold sweat shortly after. F*ck! Was I overreacting? He laughed awkwardly and responded, “I’m not angry. There’s no reason to be angry. It’s normal for

felt even more amused. She stopped laughing at him, worrying that he would feel annoyed

starving. He rubbed his tummy and responded, “Yes, I

a chuckle and said, “Wait a minute. I’ll cook pasta for you.” After saying that, she turned and

felt a hint of warmth bubbling

could not be replaced by other women. He frequently wanted to indulge himself in the gentleness of

thought made him break out in a cold

whenever he faced Jennifer, he

Jennifer cooked a bowl of chicken fettuccine alfredo for him. She also

sat down at the table, took a sip of the cold beer, and ate the pasta with relish. There is nothing better in my life than this. At the same time, he casually

bag, she was immediately overjoyed and began

very

responded, “I’m glad you like

she sat down next to

and

and uttered,

ask

She knew men did not like others questioning them too much. After all, if a man wanted to elaborate, he

at Golden Years. He took a mouthful of pasta

aback and asked, “Is that the haunted house