Chapter 394


    Jonathan suddenly came up with a series of questions. His anxiety was clearly shown, which was


    rare.


    Rosalie looked at Jonathan above her in surprise, wondering why he suddenly snapped after the


    silence and depression along the way back there.


    Rosalie said, “Jon, let go of me! I can exin it to you.”


    But Jonathan didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her face feverishly


    for a while. He said, “Okay, I’m listening.”


    But no matter what Rosalie said, Jonathan wouldn’t let go of her.


    Rosalie felt that the temperature of her body seemed to be soaring as if her thoughts were affected


    by his kisses.


    Rosalie exined, “I… I went to visit Grandma’s tomb. When I was going down the mountain, I


    turned to a track and went to the hill beside. I used to be there quite often when I was young so I


    missed it. Then I met Calvin there.”


    Rosalie told Jonathan what happened as quickly as possible. She didn’t want him to misunderstand


    her.


    But Rosalie didn’t tell him about the part where her memory was restored.


    Rosalie thought she should keep it a secret forever!


    Jonathan’s eyes widened. He asked, “Did you fall off the cliff?” Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    “Well, luckily, Calvin was there. He grabbed me. Butter I passed out. When I woke up, I found him


    going down the mountain carrying me on his back.” Rosalie continued, “I wanted to walk on my own


    but I had some scratches. If I walked on my own, I would not get out of there before dark.”


    Hearing this, Jonathan lifted Rosalie’s dress and saw scratches on her legs.


    The scratches on her ankles were especially ringly obvious now. Covered by the long dress, they


    didn’t attention. But now, he saw her ankle was swollen and had some scratches.


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    Jonathan said, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Looking at Rosalie’s wounds, he only felt a sharp


    pain in the heart.


    Usually, even if someone had blood all over his body and not an inch of his skin was intact, he


    wouldn’t feel anything.


    But looking at Rosalie’s injuries, Jonathan felt so heartbroken!


    Rosalie murmured, “I simply forgot.” After Jonathan saw her on Calvin’s back, he behaved


    differently from how he usually did. So, all Rosalie thought about was him and had forgotten her


    injuries.


    Jonathan mped his thin lips together tightly and the next moment, he held Rosalie up in his arms


    and walked into the bathroom.


    The warm water gently sshed on Rosalie. Jonathan squatted down and carefully cleaned her


    wounds.


    Jonathan stared at the scratches on her ankle and asked, “Does it hurt?”


    Rosalie said, “In fact, they’re no big deals for me.” She didn’t want him to care too much about her


    scratches.


    But Rosalie’s words made Jonathan gloomy. Of course, he knew that these bruises were nothing


    compared with what she had suffered before.


    On Rosalie’s body were countless scars of various sizes, silently telling Jonathan what she had


    suffered in prison.


    The more Jonathan loved her, the harder it was for him to put up with her wounds.


    Jonathan didn’t even dare to imagine what exactly happened when she was tortured and injured in


    prison.


    Jonathan lowered his head and leaned over. He kissed her injuries on the ankle.


    Rosalie bit her lips slightly. “Jon, it doesn’t hurt.”


    Jonathan said, “But it bothers me.”


    Rosalie instantly felt heartwarming. She wanted to cry and her eyes were blurred by tears.


    Finally, there was a person around her who cared about her and would feel sad because of her


    injuries.


    He felt the same way about her injuries as she did.


    Rosalie thought perhaps the best choice she had ever made in her life was to fall in love with


    Jonathan.


    Jonathan wrapped her body with a bath towel, took her out of the bathtub, put on clean leisurewear


    for her, and then carried her out of the bathroom to apply ointment to the scratches.


    Jonathan said, “If it hurts, just tell me.”


    Rosalie answered, “Okay.”


    Jonathan applied the ointment to her injuries gently like he was treating an extremely important


    treasure that was even more important than his own life.


    After Jonathan applied ointment to all her scratches, including the redness on her wrist, he still


    didn’t let go of her hand. He kept staring at the redness on her wrist that had not yet faded away.


    Jonathan said, “Tell me, what did Calvin say to you when he put you down and took your hand?” He


    raised up his head and his deep eyes met hers.


    Rosalie froze, feeling as if he could read her mind.


    Jonathan had always been insecure about her love for him. Rosalie wondered if he still minded it


    and doubted her even though she had exined it to him.


    Rosalie took a deep breath and answered Jonathan truthfully, “Calvin said, ‘Fortunately, you are


    not.”


    Jonathan narrowed his eyes, seeming to be figuring out the meaning of that sentence. “What does


    that mean?”


    Rosalie said, “It means… Do you still remember that Calvin thought that I was the person he had


    been looking for? He had found her. It’s Fiona. I think he meant to say that he wouldn’t mistake me


    for someone else again. I am not the one he had been looking for.”


    As Rosalie spoke, her heart beat violently.


    Although what she said was true, she felt guilty when she said those words since her childhood


    memories had been restored. Jonathan stared straight at Rosalie and gently stroked her cheeks:


    “What do you think about it? Do you think it is a pity?”


    His cold voice seemed intent on crushing every word deep into her soul.


    Was it pity? Would Rosalie feel regretful that Calvin had mistaken someone else for her? Would she


    feel regretful that she and Calvin were separated in the end after they fought together?


    Rosalie thought she did feel slightly regretful but she knew what the most important thing was for


    her.


    “I have no regrets,” said Rosalie.


    Jonathan gently lowered his eyes so that his thick eyshes covered the gloominess in his eyes.


    He said, “Really?”


    Jonathan thought, ‘If she really has no regret, why did she hesitate for so long?


    She and Calvin…


    Jonathan got up and put away the ointment. “You must be hungry now. I’ll ask the servants to cook


    something for you.” Rosalie didn’t realize that she was starving until now. It was almost 8 p.m. now


    and she hadn’t yet eaten anything after lunch.