Chapter 370
It seemed that she had to figure out the reason for her dream and headache.
Rosalie made up her mind secretly and made an appointment with Robin Erickson on her phone.
Just after Rosalie finished the call, Carlos knocked on the door and entered Jonathan’s office.
“Jonathan, Ms. Leighton just contacted the clinical psychologist whose name is Robin Erickson, and
she made an appointment with him. She will see him the day after tomorrow!
Jonathan lowered his head, held a pen with his slender fingers, and signed a document without
pause. “I see.”
Carlos then left the office.
Just as Carlos was about to close the door, he heard a slight cracking sounding from the
office.
It was like something had been broken.
The door of the CEO’s Office was closed. Jonathan sat on a sofa chair and kept his previous
position, but he had stopped signing.
The pen in his hand had been broken into two pieces, and there was a gloomy expression on his
handsome face.
He thought, “Rosalie still wanted to find her lost memory about Calvin.
“Why? She said that she wanted to be with him forever, but why does she still want to find the
memory rted to another
man?
“Is this because no matter how much I love her and how loyal I am to her, she still cares about
Calvin?”
“You put a huge weight on my back. I’m tired of carrying you.” A little girl seemed to be
comining.
“I… I’m sorry.” A little boy was sobbing, who seemed a bit embarrassed.
He had never thought that one day he would be carried by a girl. But now his feet hurt so much that
he couldn’t walk.
They had to leave the mountain as soon as possible, or those bad guys would find them sooner or
later.
Even if they were not caught by them, they were in danger because of theck of water and food.
She suggested that she go down the mountain to ask the police for help, but he was afraid of being
left alone in this strange ce, and that she would note back to save him.
As a boy, he was older than her. Therefore, he should have assured her, but as a result, his fear
was sensed by the girl. Sheforted him, “Let’s go down the mountain together!”
Her warm words were so beautiful to the boy.
For the first time, he felt that these simple sentences could soothe him.
The girl was thin, but she carried him on her back and walked on the mountain where there were full
of thorny nts.
It was so difficult for her to take every step, and her brightly patterned dress got many cuts.
The boy knew how much she liked the dress.
He said, “I know you like this dress very much. I’ll ask my father to buy exactly the same one for you
after we go down the mountain.”
Even if he couldn’t buy it, he decided to require his father to find someone to make the same dress.
“No need. You will give me a purple dress as a present, won’t you? I’m looking forward to receiving
it!” She muttered. “But if the dress is too ugly, I won’t ept it!”
This was the memory Calvin recaptured.
At that moment, Calvin stood in front of a wardrobe and looked at the purple dress in it. The dress
was patterned with small flowers the same as those on the girl’s original dress.
But this purple one was much more exquisite than that dress on the little girl on that day.
Calvin raised his hand and gently touched the dress. Over the years, he had formed a habit of
asking tailors to make a purple dress with a different style every year, but the only thing that
remained unchanged was the small flowers on the dress.
This was because that girl liked this kind of pattern.
However, after finding Fiona, he didn’t give these dresses to her.
It was hard to exin why. He didn’t give the silver bracelet to Fiona either.
Calvin felt that something supporting him over these years would be gone once he gave thern to
Fiona.
He couldn’t figure out why he had such a feeling.
Recently, he had been tensely thinking about what she said when she had a headache that day.
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He wondered if those words were really meaningless.
The bruises made when Rosalie scratched Calvin on his wrist had faded, but the feeling of being
tightly grasped by her hand remained and was hard to get rid of.
“Rosalie, tell me the truth!” Calvin murmured, holding the purple dress in the wardrobe with both
hands.
He behaved as if he had been hugging his loved one.
“Ah!” Rosalie suddenly woke up. What came into her sight was darkness. She touched her forehead
and found that it was sweating heavily.
She dreamed again. In the dream, the little girl kept walking in the mountains with the little boy on
her back, and she could even feel that the little girl was having a hard time in the dream.
But the little girl persisted as if she wouldn’t leave that boy alone no matter how difficult it was for
her.
Recently, the dream seemed to appear more and more frequently. The scenes in the dream would
have some changes every time the dream went on like a movie.
She doubted that the content of the dream was her lost memory.
Suddenly, Rosalie seemed to feel something was wrong. She turned on the light on the nightstand
and realized that there was no one beside her.
She thought, “Where is Jon?”
Rosalie was surprised and checked the clock. It was already past 3 a.m. She had no idea where
Jonathan had gone.
She got up and went to his original bedroom and the study next door, but she didn’t find him.
Then she went downstairs but still didn’t see him.
She saw his phone on the nightstand on the other side. In other words, he didn’t bring his phone
with him, and Rosalie couldn’t contact him.
She kept thinking about the ces where he possibly was.
It struck Rosalie that she had found him in the memorial hall of the Youngblood residencest time.
It was also midnight at that time.
She thought, “Did he go there again?”
She bit her lips slightly, walked quickly out of the living room, and ran towards the memorial hall.
When Rosalie got there, she saw the lights in the memorial hall were on.
“Is he really in there?” Rosalie thought and stepped faster.
Walking to the front door, she pushed open the door and saw the hall. The ck-and-white photo
hanging in the air was the first thing she saw.
That was a photo of Jonathan’s father.
There was massive tenderness on the man’s countenance. He should have always been superior,
but he was miserably frozen to death in a cold ce.
Maybe he had lost the willingness to stay alive at that time.
He was abandoned by the woman he loved most, so he found his life aimless.
Rosalie was sympathetic to the man, but somehow she was angry with him at the same time.