Chapter 182


    He would not say these words in the past, but at this moment, seeing her standing in front of his


    father’s memorial tablet, the words flowed naturally from his lips.


    It was as if only in her presence could he confess the feelings he had buried deep within him.


    “Speaking of which, my father must have met many beautiful women in his lifetime, and there were


    probably women even more beautiful than her. Yet, he gave up everything for this woman. He was


    quite the fool,” Jonathan murmured.


    “Your father might not have loved your mother just because she was beautiful. When a person truly


    falls in love with someone, appearance may not be that important. And… they would probably fall in


    love anyway, no matter she or he is good or bad,” Rosalie said.


    Jonathan’s eyes shed slightly, and his gaze fixed firmly on Rosalie. “Perhaps… Just as you said,


    when you truly love someone, appearance may not be that important…”


    Just like how he loved her. He had certainly encountered women more beautiful, more skilled in


    understanding a man’s heart, and more amodating than her. Yet, he inexplicably favored the


    feeling she gave him.


    He liked it when she cared for him, the gentle warmth that flowed like calm waters, her calling him


    “Jon,” and the nights when she held his hand as they slept.


    His gaze seemed to imply something, enveloping herpletely, rendering her unable to move.


    It wasn’t until Rosalie finished burning the incense for Jonathan’s father that he stood up, walked


    over to a photograph of his mother, and set it on fire. Then, he extinguished the candles.


    “Why did you burn your mother’s photograph?” she asked, puzzled.


    “I burn this photo every year on this day,” Jonathan exined. “It’s done. Let’s go.”


    Rosalie blinked and checked the time. It was just past midnight, and a new day had begun.


    “Why do you burn the photograph at this time every year?” she asked curiously. Then, as if realizing


    her inappropriate question, she hastily added, “Oh, you don’t have to answer. I was just curious.”


    In truth, Rosalie shouldn’t be asking these questions. She should be focusing on distancing herself


    from him, but somehow, it seemed like she was bing more entangled.


    “Because yesterday was her birthday. In the past, every year on this day, my father would wait for


    her to celebrate her birthday together, no matter howte it was. Burning her photo lets my father


    know that one day, I will find her and bring her to his grave,” he murmured.


    So, every year on this night, Jonathan would look at the woman he should call his mother’s photo,


    reminding himself not to forget her face, so he wouldn’t fail to recognize her someday.


    “Let’s go,” he said, taking her hand and leading her out of the memorial hall.


    Meanwhile, in the security room, several night watchmen gathered around the monitor, watching the


    two people leave the memorial hall.


    “They’vee out! Wow, Ms. Leighton really came out unscathed!”


    “Mr. Youngblood… is even holding her hand!”


    “If it were someone else entering that hall, they might not havee out alive!”


    The security guards chatted excitedly, but suddenly, the man on the monitor turned his head


    abruptly, as if he were looking directly at the person watching the screen.


    The security guards fell silent immediately, not daring to say anything more.


    “What’s wrong?” Seeing Jonathan stop walking, Rosalie couldn’t help but wonder.


    “Nothing.” Jonathan lowered his head and responded casually.


    When they returned to the main room, Rosalie asked, “How do you feel now?”


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    “Much better,” he said.


    “Even if your stomach ache is caused by an old problem, you should still see a doctor and take care


    of yourself. Some illnesses, if neglected, can turn into serious ones,” Rosalie advised.


    “So, Rosie, are you concerned about me?” He smiled.


    She choked on her words and felt awkward, wanting to go upstairs. However, he suddenly raised


    his hand, pulling her into his embrace. “Okay, I promise you that I will take time to find a doctor to


    take good care of my body, I will also take the medicine you bought me today obediently. If I’m


    willing to listen to you, will you like me a bit more?”


    “What?” She waspletely dumbfounded, thinking, “What is he saying will


    to listen to her? How could someone like


    him say such words?”


    He lowered his head and approached her face, whispering in a low-pitched cello voice, “If I’m willing


    to listen to you, will you like me more? I want your affection.”


    Indeed, he wanted her affection. Originally, he only wanted her to stay by his side, but at some


    point, he had be greedier, wanting more and more.


    However, it was not enough to trap her beside him like this. He wanted her to love him, for her to


    like only him, and to ce her emotions solely upon him.


    “Are you willing?” His voice was like the most enchanting temptation, akin to a devil’s seduction,


    drawing her towards acquiescence.


    Rosalie stared at the man in front of her nkly. Her mind seemed to turn nk.


    At that moment, those two words, “I’m willing,” almost slipped from her lips.


    Throughout the night, Rosalie kept waking up, her mind filled with Jonathan’s words.


    “Jonathan. Could it be true that he would listen to me? It is hard to believe. How could he say such


    things?” she thought.


    She even wondered what would happen if she said she was willing at that time.


    Nheless, at that time, she merely looked at him in a daze and said nothing.


    Fortunately, he didn’t insist on an answer. He only said, “When you’re willing in the future, tell me.”


    In the morning, when Rosalie woke up, Jonathan was no longer at home. She sighed in relief. It


    was Saturday, and she only had to work half a day.


    In the afternoon, after tidying up, Rosalie headed to the ce where she had agreed to meet


    Lillian.


    When she arrived, Lillian was already sitting in the chair of a dessert shop. Her brows furrowed as


    she held her phone to her ear, clearly engaged in a frustrating phone call.


    Seeing Rosalie, Lillian gestured for her to sit and then turned her attention back to the call. “Okay,


    okay, I understand. I promise toplete the mission today. Can you please stop calling me, Mom?


    If I don’t finish it tonight, you can punish me by making me kneel on the keyboard!”