Chapter 222


    After a while, Rosalie eventually sessfully guided Jonathan to cut the nail.


    Her initial impression was that it was quite exhausting, to the point where even trimming her nails


    seemed more rxing.


    However, it appeared that Jonathan had unexpectedly developed an obsession with nail trimming.


    He meticulously examined the nails on Rosalie’s other fingers and then trimmed them individually.


    Once all the trimming was done, he seemed reluctant to stop. He said, “If your nails grow long


    again, I’ll help you trim them.”


    Rosalie suddenly found herself at a loss for words.


    It was still noon, and it seemed too early to visit Aiden at the hospital.


    Jonathan returned to his desk to attend topany/matters, while Rosalie took out her phone and


    browsed web pages.


    Out of the blue, her focus was captured by a trending topic. The trend centered around Loretta. It


    hailed her as the ultimate victor in love and


    career.


    It also reported that Loretta had officially confirmed she would be attending the GF dinner event in


    Strico with Calvin. The event would bring together prominent figures from Strico. The news not only


    refuted previous rumors of their breakup, as mentioned by others but also showcased their


    flourishing rtionship.


    In that trending topic, there were also several pictures of Loretta endorsing products and photos of


    her gracing the


    Cer of fashion magazines.


    Certainly, there was no denying that Loretta currently had ess to substantial resources.


    Nevertheless, Rosalie’s countenance briefly soured. It was evident that Loretta’s current


    achievements were inextricably linked to Calvin.


    If they were to part ways, her prospects would unlikely remain as promising. Moreover, someone of


    Calvin’s disposition probably harbored an aversion to clinginess.


    At the very least, Rosalie had witnessed the relentless manner in which Calvin handled his clingy


    ex-girlfriend.


    “What would be the oue for Loretta in the days ahead?” Rosalie


    chuckled softly. “Loretta’s destiny, whether filled with sess or hardship, is no longer within my


    concern. Even though I had genuinely treated her like a sister in the past and would have worked


    hard to assist her in obtaining resources, the family’s treatment of me during my imprisonment has


    irreversibly severed that connection.”


    Rosalie continued to scroll through the web pages. As she did, fatigue crept in. She leaned back on


    the couch, and her eyelids gradually grew heavier.


    When Jonathan looked up, he saw Rosalie lying on the couch on her side, eyes closed, clearly fast


    asleep.


    He stood up and quietly walked to her. Her sleeping face was tranquil, and her curled eyshes


    cast shadows on her eyelids.


    He obsessively looked at her sleeping form, as if observing her that way could bring a sense of


    tranquility and contentment to his heart.


    Jonathan fetched a nket from the adjacent lounge and gently covered Rosalie.


    He once believed that wanting someone, from his point of view, was a straightforward affair.


    However, only then did he understand that when one genuinely desired someone, they refrained


    from employing their authority to intimidate. Instead, they longed for that person’s willing affection.


    Their words, nces, or simple gestures could induce a sense of unease, leading to sleepless


    nights.


    As he murmured softly, he asked, “When will you start loving me? How much longer do you want


    me to wait?” The only response within the office was the gentle rustling of air.


    When Rosalie opened her eyes, she found herself gazing at a somewhat familiar ceiling in her


    groggy state. After a brief moment, she suddenly shot


    up and eximed, “I… I fell asleep!”


    “Awake now? Want to sleep a little longer?” Jonathan’s voice sounded.


    Rosalie was startled and looked up at Jonathan, “I… I dozed off. Why didn’t you wake me up?”


    “Seeing you sleep so soundly, I wanted to let you sleep a bit longer,” he replied.


    “But I had mentioned I was going to visit Aiden. I overslept,” she


    eximed, reaching for her phone to check the time. Fortunately, it was just before three o’clock in


    the afternoon, so she wouldn’t bete for her hospital visit.


    “We still have enough time to make it to the hospital. I’ll go with you,” Jonathan dered, getting up


    from his chair and putting on his coat as he walked toward Rosalie.


    She nodded and then realized her somewhat disheveled appearance following her earlier nap. Her


    hair was in disarray, so she swiftly took off the hair ties, gathered a handful of hair, and hastily tied it


    back into a ponytail.


    Her actions were lightning-fast, and she managed to tie her hair into a ponytail in a mere five or six


    seconds.


    Jonathan observed that with a degree of astonishment. “Do you always fix your hair that quickly?”


    “Not really. I used to take forever to do it, but then, during my time in prison…” She came to an


    abrupt stop. The painful experiences endured in prison were far from being a pleasant memory for


    either of them.


    “I’m sorry,” Jonathan said softly.


    –


    “It’s… It’s okay. It’s not like you’re the one who got me into prison,” she responded swiftly. She tried


    to ease the awkward moment with a casual tone.” Although days in prison were tough, at least they


    helped me see through people’s true colors. I discerned those who truly cared about me from those


    who merely wore a facade.” .


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    Jonathan’s gaze dimmed almost imperceptibly, and he asked Rosalie, “Aren’t you afraid that I might


    also be wearing a facade in front of you?” She stared at him momentarily and chuckled, “I have


    nothing left to lose, and I can’t fathom any reason why you would have ulterior motives with me. To


    be deceptive, there should at least be a purpose, right? I can’t even figure out what purpose you


    could possibly have.”


    “Yes, you’re absolutely right,” he said with a faint smile as he took her hand. “Let’s go.”


    She wouldn’t know that his ultimate aim was to win her love, to ensure that she wouldn’t truly leave


    him once she discovered certain truths. Hence, there were certain secrets he would never allow her


    to uncover. Let time bury them all…


    Rosalie and Jonathan arrived at the hospital and located Aiden’s ward. Surprisingly, the ward was


    better than Rosalie had expected. Not only


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    was it a private room, but it was also quite roomy.


    However, upon their arrival at the ward, they found Aiden fast asleep. Rosalie ced the toy she


    had specifically bought for him on the bedside, table of the hospital bed, hoping that he would spot it


    as soon as he


    opened his eyes.


    Amelia felt somewhat surprised when she saw Jonathan apanying Rosalie to the ward.


    While she had always known Jonathan’s name, she had never actually met him. Moreover, there


    were hardly any photos of him online, making it difficult for ordinary people to know what he looked


    like.