Chapter 41


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    Carlos gave a half smile. “You will know it when you see Mr. Youngblood.”


    Zachary grew increasingly nervous upon hearing his words.


    The car stopped at the entrance of the Youngblood Residence. Zachary followed Carlos into the


    house to see Jonathan sitting on the couch, ying with an invitation card in his hand.


    When Zachary approached, he saw the invitation in Jonathan’s hand was for his engagement party


    with Yvette.


    “We meet again,” Jonathan said indifferently.


    Zachary was stunned. At the moment, Jonathan was wearing a grayish–blue haute couture suit with


    his bangsbed backward, revealing his full forehead and straight nose. His enchanting eyes had


    a sense ofziness, and his sexy lips curled at the corner. These traits of Jonathanbined,


    letting him radiate an indescribable charm.


    It became obvious to Zachary why many women were obsessed with Jonathan. Many socialites in


    the upper–ss coterie tried their best to attract Jonathan’s attention not only because of his


    background but also because of his appearance.


    However, when Jonathan looked at him, Zachary felt like a ferocious beast was targeting him.


    Zachary tensed as his breathing became unsteady. It was the same feeling he got yesterday when


    thetter stared at him.


    The difference was that Zachary was in the dark while Jonathan was in the open the day before.


    At that time, he could see Jonathan clearly, but it was the opposite for Jonathan. But now, Zachary


    waspletely exposed and in Jonathan’s line of view.


    Zachary smiled. “Yes.” He wondered whether Jonathan was talking about their encounter from


    yesterday.


    “Did you mention anything aboutst night to others?” Jonathan said casually.


    Zachary was frightened by Jonathan’s words.


    Zachary thought, “Sure enough… He is talking about what happened yesterday. Even though I


    already had a feeling about it, now that he


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    mentioned it to me, it feels like every assumption and guess that I had finally had fallen into ce.


    So… Jonathan is really in a rtionship with Rosalie!”


    “No, I didn’t mention it to anyone,” Zachary replied.


    “That’s good to hear,” Jonathan stated. “I don’t want anyone else to know about this.”


    Zachary agreed to Jonathan’s words repeatedly. He could feel Jonathan sizing him up as he gulped


    his saliva, feeling his body had been weighed down by immense pressure.


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    “Besides, I don’t want to see you there anymore. I don’t care why you were there yesterday. But


    since you had already broken up with Rosalie, you have nothing to do with her in the future. Do you


    understand that?” Jonathan voiced out.


    Zachary was shocked. Jonathan’s remarks sounded like a threat, mixed with a strong


    possessiveness.


    Zachary mused, “Is Jonathan really…” The possibility of Jonathan caring for Rosalie made his scalp


    tingle.


    “Got it,” Zachary agreed stiffly.


    “Okay, you can leave now. Carlos, send Mr. Xanthos home,” Jonathan instructed Carlos.


    Carlos hummed a response.


    When Zachary was about to leave, he couldn’t help asking, “Mr. Youngblood, Rosalie and you


    are…”


    The frosty glint in Jonathan’s eyes made Zachary shiver in fear.


    Carlos cut in, “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask. You should know better than this, Mr. Xanthos.”


    A paled Zachary left thepound with embarrassment written on his face.


    Jonathan leaned against the back of the couch and took out a cheap mobile phone with only one


    number saved in the contact list.


    He dialed the only number. A gentle female voice came from the other end of his phone a moment


    later.


    “Rosie, what do you want to eat tonight? I’ll buy it for you.” He spoke softly. The coldness in his


    eyes had been reced by tenderness.


    At nighttime, Rosalie took a tissue and wiped the frame with her


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    mother’s photo. She bought a small desk in the rental home and ced her mother’s photo on it


    normally. Every few days, Rosalie would clean the dust that settled on it.


    Her mother’s relics were all left behind in the Leighton residence. To Rosalie, this photo rted to


    her mother was the only thing that could apany her now.


    While she was wiping the photos, Jonathan sat aside and looked at her silently.


    “By the way. Jon, it’s almost Christmas. Did you buy… uh, a ticket or something?” Rosalie asked.


    Many colleagues of Rosalie in the


    Environment and Sanitation Administration have been trying to get hold of train tickets for the


    Christmas travel rush.


    Jonathan immediately understood what she wanted to ask. “I don’t need any tickets.”


    “You don’t have to go home?” She was surprised.


    “Your ce is the only ce I call home.” Even though Jonathan had stayed in the Youngblood


    Residence for many years, he never felt at home.


    She remembered that he said he had no family, but ordinary people would also have rtives and


    visit and gather at rtives‘ houses during the holidays.


    When she asked her question, he answered casually, “Yes, I have some rtives, but I don’t have


    to visit them on purpose. As for Leonard, even though he was Jonathan’s grandfather, no


    importance was ced on familial bonds in the Youngblood family. What Leonard needed was an


    heir to his business.


    As long as Jonathan was good and strong enough, it would be what Leonard wanted. In contrast, if


    Jonathan were not powerful enough, he would get ignored and kicked away by Leonard, even if he


    was thetter’s grandson.


    Moreover, Jonathan had that woman’s blood running through his veins. It could be said that this fact


    was something that Leonard hated the most. Even as a child, the old man would look at Jonathan in


    disgust


    asionally and say ferociously, “Why are you rted to that woman? You shouldn’t exist in this


    world!”


    It was not rare for Jonathan to be beaten by Leonard’s cane then. It wasn’t until he grew up and


    began to show his ability that Leonard’s attitude


    toward him changed.


    However, the fact that Jonathan was rted to the woman hated by Leonard remained unchanged.


    “Then you… How about… your parents?” Rosalie hesitated momentarily before the words spilled


    out of her mouth.


    Jonathan’s expression changed. He looked at her with his beautiful eyes, which seemed to be


    covered with a veil, making people unable to see what he was currently thinking about.


    Rosalie bit her lip. “If you don’t want to say anything, just ignore me.” “Do you really want to know?”


    he said with a casual, frosty voice.


    “I just want to know more about you. But if you don’t want to talk about it, don’t. After all, the past is


    unimportant. What matters the most is the future, right?” she replied.


    His long eyshes fluttered slightly as he lowered his gaze. “My father is dead. The day you met


    me was my father’s death anniversary. He passed away on the spot I was sitting that day.”


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