Chapter 179

In the past, Jonathan would never leave the Youngblood residence on this day, even if something big happened at night. He would spend the entire night by his father’s memorial tablet, reminding himself not to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Year after year, it had always been the case.

But tonight. it changed!

Rosalie was taken out of the hospital by Jonathan.

A black car stopped at the hospital entrance. After getting inside, Rosalie felt as if she were in a dream. She had anticipated tonight to be a nightmare, but she never expected him to show up.

He put

his hand on her and asked, “Scared?” Even at this moment, her hand still trembled slightly.

Rosalie bit her lower lip and nodded. Indeed, how could she not be scared: It was as if her fate was entirely in someone else’s hands, and all her struggles felt so helpless.

It was like someone else’s words could determine her life or death.

“I was careless today,” Jonathan said. “I thought my grandfather wouldn’t bother you for the time being. I never expected him to be so impatient and choose today of all days.”

She was stunned. “Today… Is there anything special?”

When she asked that, his expression subtly changed. He pursed his thin lips, and his beautiful, deep-set eyes stared straight at her as if he was going to swallow her whole.

atmosphere in the car suddenly became

holding her hand firmly in his palm. He stared at her

“Is there something that can’t be discussed on this day?’

had been staring at her just now, she had felt as if she had touched upon some sort of taboo

Youngblood residence. Rosalie followed Jonathan out of the

You should get some rest. My grandfather made his move today and already knew the answer he wanted. He won’t casually bother you again, so you don’t need to be afraid anymore.” Jonathan said. As grandfather and grandson,

he wasn’t heading toward his room next to hers, but was instead walking in the

going downstairs Rosalie thought and was stunned for a

lay in bed. Somehow, she couldn’t fall asleep, tossing and

of Jonathan walking toward the stairs, thinking. “Where was he going? Wasn’t he going back to

sat up and hesitantly glanced at the door between

to do was push open that door to find out whether he had returned to his room to rest,

man like Jonathan, you shouldn’t have any curiosity at all!”

the room through the faint light coming from her own room. As expected, no one

not in the room. So, where could he

downstairs, she didn’t find Jonathan

finding him in the

main house, there were rooms for housekeepers, a garden,

long, she had never really

far as the eye could see, except for some scattered lighting

her collar tighter. She couldn’t help but ask herself, “Why am I looking for Jonathan? Am I

the Youngblood

reassure herself that he had rushed to save her today, so she felt grateful. And now,

of light caught

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