Chapter 469

Jonathan was naked, with a bath towel around his waist. His hair was wet and some water was dripping from it.

Seeing Rosalie in the room, Jonathan smiled and said, “Here you are.”

“Yeah.” Rosalie looked away uncomfortably.

“What’s wrong? Are you embarrassed?” Jonathan walked up to Rosalie. “Aren’t you going to help me dry my hair? I remember the first time you took me to your rental room, you volunteered to dry my hair after I took a shower.”

“You are too tall. It’s inconvenient for me to dry your hair. You should do it your…”

Before Rosalie could finish her words, Jonathan bent down and said, “Well, how about now?”

Rosalie was startled by the sudden proximity to Jonathan’s face. When Rosalie turned her head, she couldn’t help but meet his eyes.

Jonathan’s eyes seemed to have some kind of magic, which made it hard for Rosalie to look away.

Then Jonathan put a dry towel into Rosalie’s hands and said, “I like you drying my hair.”

Rosalie held the towel stiffly, covered it on Jonathan’s head, and began to wipe his wet hair.

The towel blocked Jonathan’s gaze, which made Rosalie feel less pressured.

In fact, Rosalie also helped Jonathan dry his wet hair many times after she lived in the Youngblood residence.

Despite doing the same thing now, Rosalie was in a completely different mood.

the bangs on his forehead. “It seems that my hair has grown a little bit. Why don’t

get

said, “Aren’t you the one who hates lying most, Rosie? Didn’t you help me trim my hair when we were

was going to make her repeat

too much back in the rental

tools here.” She could only find

speechless when he asked the housekeeper to bring a complete set of

many tools that were brought to her.

she could only help him trim his hair with

scissors began to trim it, she

old days when she helped

trim his

that the scissors slipped from her hand and were about to poke Jonathan’s neck, but he managed to catch it

Are you trying to kill me, Rosie?” Jonathan looked at Rosalie

I was distracted just now,” said she..

murmured. The scissors had fallen into his hands in an instant.

looked down at the scissors in his hand with a cold look on his face. He actually had the urge to give

“How could

thought, “Wasn’t this what I was afraid of when I broke

it was sad and painful at the beginning, but all this has passed. I

“All this has passed”, he felt an ache in his

“Have

killing me?” He turned his head

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