Chapter 111


    After all, when he first met that person, it was in this small town.


    However, probing further now, he seemed to be overthinking.


    “It’s not you,” he simply remarked that she was not the one.


    “Not what?” Rosalie thought, confused.


    At this moment, the owner of the restaurant served the dishes. Calvin said, “Okay, let’s eat. Fancy


    some wine?”


    Recalling her previous drunk episode in front of Jonathan, Rosalie hastily shook her head. “No


    thanks, a soft drink will do.”


    Therefore. Calvin requested two bottles of non-alcoholic drinks from the owner.


    “You’re not having wine as well?” She raised her eyebrows.


    “I have to driveter, so no wine for me, Calvin replied.


    Rosalie’s expression suddenly darkened. Memories of the car crash and her unjust sentence for


    drunk driving, despite her being sober, echoed in her mind.


    “Back then, your ident was also due to drunk driving, wasn’t it?” His voice abruptly broke the


    silence. “Is that why you found a job at the Environment and Sanitation Administration as a


    cleaner?”


    “At least I still have work to do,” Rosalie answered with a touch of self-mockery.


    “Would you like me to talk to the Environment and Sanitation Administration and get you a less


    strenuous position there?” Calvin offered.


    “No need,” Rosalie declined. After all, it was a heavy burden to ept favors from someone like the


    scion Calvin.


    Calvin’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. It was the first time his offer of help had been turned down.


    Were it not for her bearing a resemnce to someone from his memories, he wouldn’t have


    ventured to help her get another position.


    Rosalie concentrated on the food in her bowl. Even with her head down, she could still feel his eyes


    on her from time to time as if he were trying to unravel a mystery.


    After a long time, upon finishing their meal, Calvin suggested, “I’ll take you home.”


    “There’s no need. I’ll take the bus.”


    “At this hour, do you think you can still catch the bus back to Strico even if you rush to the bus


    station immediately?” Rosalie looked at the time and realized that it was already 8:30 p.m. Even if


    she took a cab to the bus station now, she wouldn’t make it in time for thest bus.


    As for the train, the services would not be avable until tomorrow morning.


    “I’ll give you a ride,” Calvin said indifferently. “But if you’d rather not, you can figure out something


    on your own too.” Rosalie bit her lip slightly. If left to her own devices right now, she honestly had no


    solutions.


    “Well… Then thank you,” she uttered, a bit embarrassed.


    After getting into Calvin’s car again, Rosalie sat in the passenger seat and stared at the night


    beyond the window. Selena Quintani’s ssic “Como La Flor” was ying from the car’s


    speakers.


    To Rosalie’s astonishment again, she never expected that Calvin would appreciate such ssics.


    The track was even set to y on a loop.


    Therefore, the song just kept ying over and over in the car.


    Rosalie nostalgically recalled her own affection for the song and remembered how she used to sing


    along.


    Since this song was in Spanish, she even learned the pronunciation of every lyric in the song in


    order to sing it urately.


    back then.


    Reminiscing on those days spent at Wilma’s ce, she felt those were perhaps the happiest times


    she could remember. Lost in the melody, fatigue began to overtake Rosalie as her eyelids became


    heavier and heavier.


    These days, she had to work during the day and learn how to knit gloves at night. She hardly got


    any sleep every day. Plus, early this morning, she rushed over by bus and worked all y.


    Soon after, Rosalie unconsciously closed her eyes and fell asleep.


    Calvin nced at Rosalie, who was asleep, and turned down the volume slightly.


    After Rosalie fell asleep, she resembled more of the person in Calvin’s memory. In fact, when she


    had her eyes opened, she


    also resembled that person. It was just that the burdened and depressed look in her eye after


    suffering hardships was foreign. to how that person in his memories looked.


    The girl’s eyes were clear and bright, seemingly filled with endless hope.


    When Rosalie woke up, the car had stopped at the entrance of the residential area where she


    lived.


    She felt embarrassed and hurriedly unfastened her seat belt. “How long have I been sleeping?”


    “It’s okay. It wasn’t long.”


    Rosalie hurriedly got out of the car, reaching out to grab her bag ced next to the seat.


    Unfortunately, she identally spilled the contents of her bag on the seat in a hurry.


    Flustered and sweating profusely, she immediately started gathering her belongings that were


    spilled from her bag.


    All of a sudden, a hand moved quicker than hers and swiftly picked up the half-finished gloves.


    “Are you knitting gloves?” He was a little surprised.


    “Well, I am bored. Just keeping myself busy by knitting them.” She made a casual excuse and


    quickly took the gloves back from his hand. She uttered a brief “thank you” before closing the car


    door and hurried into the residential area.


    Through the car’s windshield, Calvin watched as Rosalie’s figure slowly disappeared from sight.


    The gloves she had been knitting seemed to fit the size of a man’s hand. “Is she knitting it for a


    particr man?” he wondered.


    Usually, a woman knitting something for a man would suggest particr sentiments and feelings


    unless it was for a family


    member.


    However, the yarn was already aged. Calvin couldn’t help but wonder about the recipient of those


    gloves.


    Calvin restarted the car and drove away from the residential area.


    Rosalie returned to her home. After washing up, she took out her phone and checked her bnce


    in her phone.


    Since she was released from prison, she only managed to save less than 1,000 dors until now,


    Rosalie asked about Wilma’s medical expenses when she was in the hospital. Although she owed


    only a few hundred dors currently, the expenses would continue to rise if the treatment persisted.


    Conservatively estimating the expenses, it might take about 10,000 dors, and the subsequent


    costs would vary based on her grandmother’s health progress.


    For a quarter of this estimated sum of 10,000 dors, which would be around 2,500 dors, she was


    still short by around 1,400 dors.


    In the past, such an amount of around 1,400 dors wouldn’t have bothered her, but her situation


    was now different. Rosalie finally understood the feeling of being in a pickle because of ack of


    money.


    She was able to calcte the monthly sry from the job she had at the Environment and


    Sanitation Administration. As for others, since she had a criminal record, it was hard for her to get a


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    Rosalie sighed and was still worried until she fell asleep.


    “Hey, don’t sleep. We can escape. A young girl’s voice suddenly came. Rosalie didn’t know who


    was talking. However, it seemed like the voice sounded simr to hers.


    “My feet… It hurts. I can’t walk anymore… Another voice came. Rosalie couldn’t quite figure out


    whose voice this was, although she knew this was a boy’s voice.


    Then I’ll carry you. I am very strong, so I can definitely carry you!” the little girl said. “By the way,


    don’t fall asleep. We’ve seen it on TV, right? If you fall asleep now, you might not open your eyes


    again. Would you like me to sing to you? I can sing Selena Quintani’s songs, and Granny says I


    do it pretty well!”