Chapter 291


    At that moment, she found herself in a situation that made her both amused and perplexed.


    Yet, quietly observing him on the side was also a gratifying experience. It was something she had


    never imagined-her and him, spending time together in such a manner.


    In his office, he waspletely absorbed, swiftly reviewing the documents in his hands while


    continuously annotating


    them.


    It was clear that his speed in reviewing was remarkable, and concurrently, he asionally gave


    instructions for follow-up tasks to the senior on the other end of hisputer.


    As Rosalie watched Jonathan in this state, a sense of admiration suddenly washed over her. People


    often said that men were at their most charming when they were engrossed in their work, and it


    appeared to be true in this case.


    Everyone knew that Jonathan was the reigning titan of the business world, due to his association


    with the century-old powerhouse, the Youngblood family. However, no one was born to be great;


    even with the Youngblood family’s support, if he was not hard-working enough, he would still fail to


    maintain his position at any time.


    The current position of the Youngblood family and his standing were the result of his tireless work.


    Rosalie’s gaze settled on the side profile of Jonathan’s face. From her view, she could see his well-


    defined nose, distinct facial. contours, alluring lips, and unwavering jawline.


    In this moment, his eyelids were half-lowered as he remained focused on the documents in front of


    him. His long eyshes cast a captivating shadow on his eyelids.


    His eyes were truly striking, and when those eyes met hers, it was as if they were shimmering with


    a multitude of emotions, inviting an irresistible urge to keep looking.


    “I like your eyes,” suddenly, this phrase shed through her mind!


    Rosalie felt for a split moment a daze, and there came a faint headache. Had she uttered these


    words to someone before?


    In that moment, Calvin’s tearful eyes flooded her thoughts.


    Oh my, why was she thinking of Calvin? Rosalie vigorously shook her head, attempting to dispel


    these thoughts of Calvin from her mind.


    “What’s the matter? Why are you shaking your head?” Out of nowhere, a voice suddenly sounded.


    Rosalie looked up and found that Jonathan had, unnoticed by her, moved over from his desk.


    “Nothing,” she bit her lip slightly, not wanting to mention the matter of Calvin. After all, Calvin had


    clearly been intoxicated tonight, and he likely had no recollection of his actions.


    Moreover, it seemed that Calvin had mistaken her for someone else.


    Besides, the Gunner family and the Youngblood family had a good rtionship, and Calvin and


    Jonathan had apparently been childhood friends. She didn’t want any real friction to arise between


    them.


    Rosalie thought, “Just treat tonight’s events as if they had never urred.”


    Rosalie decided to hide it from Jonathan.


    However, Jonathan evidently wasn’t satisfied with her response. He arched an eyebrow slightly and


    used his finger to lift her chin. “Nothing? Really?”


    His dark eyes seemed to peer straight through her.


    “I was just thinking… You probably don’t cry very often,” she struggled to concoct a usible


    exnation.


    But now, the more imusible the exnation, the more he seemed inclined to ept it. He


    couldn’t help but smile. “Why, do you want to see me cry?”


    How was she supposed to respond to that? If, one day, he did cry, then she would… Rosalie’s heart


    suddenly experienced a piercing sensation.


    She didn’t really want to witness him cry. It was just that even resilient men like him had their


    vulnerable moments. Whenever he mentioned his parents, it made her feel like he was as delicate


    as ss, a little more pressure, and he might shatterpletely.


    “If you want to see me cry, I will,” he said, his voice echoing once again in the air.


    She stared at him in astonishment, her face filled with disbelief. Did he just say… he would cry?


    “What’s going on?” He smiled slightly.


    “You said, you…”


    “If you want it, I’ll do it. I’ll do my best to fulfill whatever you desire,” he said, slowly leaning in, his


    handsome face magnifying in front of her.


    Rosalie gazed at the face so close to hers, her reflection shimmering in his dark pupils. He was


    smiling but was spelling his words with a serious tone as if once she uttered her “yes”, he would


    genuinely cry and shed tears.


    “Do you want that?” His voice whispered in her ear once more, like the sweetest of endearments.


    Rosalie shook her head and replied, “I don’t.”


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    Her answer seemed to bring a hint of confusion to his eyes. “Why not?”


    “Because it would break my heart. If you cry, it means you’re very sad, and I don’t want to see you


    unhappy,” she said.


    Touched, his eyes welled up. Her words felt like a warm stream, slowly seeping into his ears and


    heart.


    In this world, many people wished for his misfortune. Friends held both respect and fear for him,


    and his father had been overly devoted to his mother, leaving very little love for him. As for his


    mother, he was just a pawn to her, a piece she had used to enter the prestigious family.


    In the end, when he, the pawn, could no longer serve any purpose, she turned away, showing him


    no more favor.


    As for his grandfather, he viewed him as the only choice for the Youngblood family’s heir, simply


    because he shared half of his father’s genes. The other half, his mother’s, was despised by his


    grandfather.


    So, when his grandfather looked at him, it was often with disdain.


    All along, he had told himself to be strong because if he wasn’t, the world would consume him, and


    he would have no ce to stand.


    But now, this woman in front of him was saying that she felt sorry for him.


    This was the woman he loved. In this world, if there ever was a person who truly felt sorry for him, it


    must be her.


    His lips tenderly kissed hers, gentle and lingering as if trying to pour a lifetime of love into it.


    “Rosie, only you… I only have you…” In this world, he had always been alone, but now, he had her.


    As long as she was there, he wouldn’t be so lonely.


    The next day, when Rosalie returned to the diner after delivering takeout, she found Calvin sitting at


    one of the tables. Amelia approached Rosalie and whispered, “Calvin has been here for a while. He


    came to see you.”


    Rosalie took a deep breath and approached Calvin’s table, meeting his gaze. “Mr. Gunner, is there


    something you need?” “Last night, I lost my temper,” Calvin said. The day before had been the day


    the young girl had carried him down the mountain, the day they had be separated.