Chapter 140

Rosalie shuddered as she raised her head dazedly and encountered Jonathan’s eyes, which held a gentle ripple within their

gaze.

Meanwhile, Elodia’s expression changed, and she forced a couple of awkward chuckles before saying, “Mr. Youngblood, I didn’t realize… how deep your feelings for Rosalie were. Have you thought about tying the knot?”

“Tm prepared to marry her as soon as she agrees,’ replied Jonathan.

Staring at Jonathan in disbelief, Rosalie could feel her heart pounding wildly. She felt as if she had just heard something

absurd.

“How’s that possible?” blurted Elodia.

Jonathan glanced at Elodia casually and asked, “What’s not possible?”

The cold, icy gleam in his eyes sent a shiver down Elodia’s spine as a sense of dread welled up within her.

“That’s enough. Rosalie, let’s go,” said Jonathan, leading Rosalie away while holding her hand.

Trotting behind Jonathan. Rosalie left with him obediently.

Mr. Youngblood was aware of it. If he had been unaware, it might have created an awkward

around to notice the expensive cup of coffee

is nothing but a fake appearance. He only took a sip of this coffee and didn’t finish it. I’m sure he has never enjoyed good coffee and doesn’t know how to enjoy the finer things in life,”

had been once imprisoned was a loser, with his only merit being good

Ronin furrowed his brows slightly, not appreciating how his

to settle the bill.

just now? He even…. paid the bill? Although we only had a few cups of coffee, this wasn’t a cheap meal and cost around 200 dollars! Average working-class individuals can hardly afford this, and

through her mind. “Who is this man? Is he

out of the mall when she suddenly said, “I won’t dwell on

great of a

If Jonathan and she were a genuine couple, Elodia’s

take my

guard by his comment and thought, “What is he implying by asking me to take his words seriously? What he said just now… Does he know the

exited the car with Jonathan, and they were about to enter the house when he suddenly

hunger before,” he said. ‘I’ve been

he was still a child, Jonathan held his father’s urn and stayed alone in the tiny, dilapidated house for an extended period. During

regained his strength when a neighbor knocked on his cloor and provided him

figure. His calm delivery of those words

recalled how he had recounted his childhood stories to

the snow after his mother abandoned

callous times before joining the

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