Chapter 4 Best If You Died Out There

A guess flashed through Rosalie’s mind. This little girl, she could not be hard of speaking, could she?

Thinking of this possibility, she felt pity for the little girl and whispered, “Give me your hand, will you?”

Then, she offered her hand forward.

The little girl looked at her timidly, but her expression softened when she heard her voice.

Rosalie was not in a hurry. She waited patiently for her as she slowly accepted her.

The little girl hesitated for a long time before trying to reach out to Rosalie.

Seeing this, Rosalie immediately grasped her hand gently. She smiled and helped the little girl up before checking her again.

The distance between them narrowed because of this action.

The little girl’s body was soft and smelled of milk.

Rosalie’s heart was soft, but she could not help thinking of her child who had died young.

If she had grown up well, she would be about this big now!

Thinking of this, Rosalie could not help the traces of heartache and regret in her eyes.

The little girl seemed to have sensed her emotions and obediently kept still. However, her big eyes had been staring at her face all this while.

Although she knew she should not approach strangers, this lady was really beautiful…

Not to mention, there was something about her that made her want to be close to her.

“This little girl is so delicate. She doesn’t look half

family. Let’s take her to the police station to

said this, the little girl beside her

looked down

the little girl shaking her head. Her watery eyes were slightly

little girl was obviously really

appearance, Rosalie

did not send her to the police station in time, she was afraid she would be forced to bear the

felt herself having a

even if we don’t go to the

to negotiate with the little girl. “Do you know your parents’ mobile phone number? I can have them

girl stopped shaking her head,

Thinking that she did not know it, she was about to send her to the police station when the

she took out a pen and a small post-it note from her pocket. She wrote down a string of

the little girl’s father’s number according to the

really can’t

Lucian and Nox murmured.

and warned, “Don’t say

immediately stood upright and

them and subconsciously leaned into Rosalie’s side, her little hand was even gripping the

did not pay attention to this. She confirmed the number and then clicked the

Lawrence Manor.

the gates of the villa with a serious expression, “Is Estie

with worry on his face, and said,

that, he felt a

into a cold frown

had looked everywhere

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