Chapter 250


    Jonathan was about to pass the bottle of water he just bought to Rosalie. However, he asked


    hurriedly when seeing her pale and frail face, “What’s wrong? Are you not well?”


    She shook her head. “I-I just…” But at this moment, she couldn’t even mutter aplete sentence.


    He frowned. Now, blood had almostpletely drained from her face, and her forehead was


    covered in a thinyer of sweat. She grabbed the steering wheel tightly with one hand while her


    body shook in terror. Her dark eyes were full of fear when he checked on her.


    It seemed like she was having a mental copse episode.


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    “You just what?” He pressed for an answer as he put the mineral water bottle aside. Next, he gently


    ced his hand on her hand that was clenching the steering wheel and removed it slowly. “Don’t be


    afraid. I’m here. You don’t have to be afraid no matter what happens.”


    His powerful, firm, and supportive voice rang in her cars.


    Rosalie shut her eyes abruptly. She inhaled and exhaled deeply twice. Slowly and finally, she


    stopped her body from shaking uncontrobly.


    “It’s in the past. There’s nothing to be afraid of,” she convinced herself inwardly.


    She repeated the phrase like a mantra and slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze shifted to-Jonathan.


    “Nothing. I’ve just recalled the ident I was involved in years ago. As I thought about it, I’d say I’m


    lucky enough to survive.”


    After all, if luck was not on her side at that time, she might’ve been killed on the spot.


    “Perhaps there’s always light at the end of the tunnel? Even if the injustice I suffered remains


    unredressed, I’m still alive,” she thought.


    Unexpectedly, Jonathan put an arm around her shoulder the next moment and took her into his


    embracement. He buried his face in her hair, and his scorching breath became heavier.


    That rmed Rosalie. “Jon, are you okay?” she asked.


    She should be the one who was unwell due to her panic episode, but for unknown reasons,


    something was wrong with him


    now.


    Jonathan continued to lock Rosalie in his arms. When he heard her talking about the car ident


    and that she was at least alive, he suddenly remembered he had read the file on her years ago.


    He recalled, “The information about the car ident… It indicates her car was also heavily


    damaged. If the collision deviated slightly and her car was hit at a slightly different spot, it would


    probably catch fire. The report also writes she fought tooth and nail to wriggle out of the car. How


    much pain did she suffer when climbing out of the car? Moreover… I almost lost her!”


    His thoughts continued, “I could read that file indifferently and with no emotional reaction back then.


    I felt she was simply an ordinary character on paper, unrted and meaningless to me. I didn’t


    know, however, that I would fall in love with this ordinary character I had previously not bothered


    with in the future. Fortunately, she survived. She’s still alive…” Jonathan. struggled to organize his


    inner thoughts and feelings.


    “Jon?” Once more, her voice echoed in his ears.


    Only then, Jonathan slowly lifted his head. His dark eyes were full of affection that could drown her.


    “You’re right. It’s true… That’s lucky.”


    In fact, Rosalie was not the only one who felt she was lucky. He shared the same sentiments.


    After returning to the Youngblood Residence, Jonathan asked his housekeeper to reheat and serve


    the herbal medicine. Naturally, the housekeeper brought candy and chocte alongside the herbal


    medicine.


    Rosalie’s face scrunched up when she swallowed the herbal medicine because it was too bitter.


    However, she tolerated the taste well, as the herbal medicine represented hope for her.


    If she got lucky, she might have her own children in the future.


    Jonathan peeled the wrapping paper off a piece of chocte. With the candy clenching between his


    fingers, he fed it to Rosalie, and she automatically opened her mouth for it.


    However, she identally bit his finger.


    Immediately and by instincts, Rosalie wanted to back away so that his finger would leave her


    mouth.


    “I’m sorry,” Rosalie quickly apologized.


    Jonathan’s lips gently kissed the bitten spot on his finger. He asked, “Is the chocte sweet?” His


    captivating voice resembled a gentle breeze rustling through a cluster of bamboo, with an


    irresistible seduction and allure.


    Rosalie felt a warm blush rise to her cheeks. Although his question was about the chocte, he


    sounded like he was referring to his finger. Meanwhile, the chocte in her mouth slowly melted


    away in the warmth.


    But at this moment, she couldn’t taste the chocte’s vor. Her entire attention was on his fingers.


    “Is it sweet?” he continued to press.


    Rosalie’s face flushed red. She would’ve averted her gaze away from him as her subconscious


    demanded, but an invisible force seemed to fixate her eyes on him.


    She couldn’t look away from his face. There was an indescribable attraction in his eyes, expression,


    and movements, and she was caught in it, falling in his charisma without a means of escaping.


    Her face waspletely scarlet as she answered, “It’s sweet.”


    With a grin, he slowly lowered himself before her. His incredibly handsome face came closer to her


    as he whispered, “Rosie, will you love me?”


    He had never longed for someone’s love so intensely. Perhaps obtaining her love was the only way


    for him to feel satisfied.


    “Loving him?” Rosalie was stunned. Distracted and dazed, she was still drowning in his seduction


    and charisma. At this moment, her brain was murky and unfocused, as if she had lost her ability to


    think.


    She couldn’t help but think, “There’s no doubt I like him. But love? If there’s love, how deep is my


    love for him?” Just as she was about to say something, he abruptly kissed her lips.


    He kissed her so forcefully as if he wanted to conquer her entire being ruthlessly. Even so, he didn’t


    allow her any


    to back off.


    chance


    Only now could she savor the sweet vor of the chocte, which overtook her mouth and


    tastebuds. “It’s sweet… It’s indeed sweet…” she thought inadvertently.


    Jonathan’s arm went underneath her armpit. He suddenly carried her bridal style and walked toward


    the oversized bed in


    the room.


    A blushing Rosalie gasped for air. Before she could react, she felt like the sky was spinning as


    Jonathan pinned her on the


    bed.