Chapter 399
There were no tears in her eyes.
“So I can’t even shed a tear, even if I want to?” she remarked inwardly.
Maybe some people were just destined to never find love.
The experience of being abandoned by Zachary in the past didn’t seem to teach her a lesson. She
had actually fallen in love with Jonathan.
However, they were from two distinct worlds.
If she hadn’t brought him to her house that night, they would never have crossed paths.
In the end, she was the one who approached him first, only to be a pawn in his game. It was
at that moment that she knew her ce.
When Rosalie slowly walked out of the kitchen in the Youngblood residence, it was surprisingly
quiet, and there were no housekeepers in sight.
Regardless, it was for the best because it saved her from embarrassment.
She seemed to have exhausted all her strength before finally walking back into the bedroom.
Her mood waspletely different from when she left earlier.
“I am just back to square one,” she mumbled to herself as she stood in front of the mirror.
The woman in the mirror still had her makeup intact, wearing a white dress that entuated her
delicate face. Nevertheless, she had an unusually paleplexion, and her stunning eyes were
filled with bitterness that had been repressed and self-mockery.
She felt alone once more, just as she had when she was released from prison.
If she wanted to live alone, she would have to rely entirely on her own efforts, even if it meant living
at the bottom of the socialdder.
In truth, there was nothing to be afraid of at all. After all, she had already experienced it in the past.
Rosalie reassured herself and then stood up, opening her wardrobe and putting on the clothes she
had brought from her rental home.
At that moment, she was grateful that she hadn’t thrown those clothes away. At the very least, she
could leave wearing her own clothes without owing him anything.
Next, she neatly folded the clothes she had taken off and tidied. up the room.
Back then, when she moved out of the rental home, she didn’t bring much with her. Later, when he
bought the house she used to live in, she collected some items from that house that held memories
for her and brought them with her in a suitcase.
Her belongings were now reduced to onerge and one small suitcase.
Then, Rosalie ced the bank card, jewelry, and property deed Jonathan had given her on the
dressing table.
She reasoned that those items had never been hers.
“That’s how it should be. Perhaps this is the best ending for me,” she thought.
She hesitated, and her steps paused for a moment as she cheered herself up and prepared to
leave the room. After pushing open the door that connected the two bedrooms, she entered his
room.
The photo album was still on the cab. Rosalie walked up, turned to thest page of the album,
and took out the photo of herself wearing a floral dress.
That photo had no meaning to Jonathan now that they had broken up. It was better for her to take it
with her to prevent it from being thrown away by him in the future.
Shortly after, Rosalie returned to her own bedroom, picked up the two suitcases, and looked around
the room.
In that room, there were too many memories between her and him, as if the air itself was still filled
with his presence.
It was just that he would no longer have any contact with her in the future.
Their game was finally over.
On her 28th birthday, she realized that fate’s cruelty was even worse than she had imagined.
With her slender figure, Rosalie struggled a bit as she carried the two suitcases and descended the
stairs. Finally, as she walked out of the main entrance, she saw the butler of the Youngblood
residence.
The butler was visibly surprised when he saw Rosalie, dressed in in and old clothes, dragging
her suitcases, preparing to leave.
“Ms. Leighton, where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m moving out. Jonathan and I have broken up, so there’s no reason for me to stay here,” Rosalie
replied.
The butler could not believe what he had just heard.
Surprised, he wondered, “Ms. Leighton broke up with Mr. Youngblood? Isn’t today her birthday? Mr.
Youngblood has even nned a special birthday dinner for her this evening.”
Nheless, looking at Rosalie’s demeanor, it didn’t seem like she was lying, leaving the butler
bewildered.
Rosalie didn’t say anything more and continued to drag her suitcases out of the Youngblood
residence.
Behind her, the butler quickly called Jonathan’s personal assistant, Carlos, to report the situation
and ask if he should bring her back.
Carlos was astounded when he received the call and could not stop staring at Jonathan by his
side.
“They broke up? I can’t believe Mr. Youngblood had actually ended his rtionship with Rosalie. His
love for Rosalie is obvious to everyone. In fact, I’ve never seen Mr. Youngblood treat a woman so
gently and protectively. However, considering what had transpired today and how Mr. Youngblood
had left the Youngblood residence toe here directly… hemented silently.
Thinking about that, Carlos looked at the corner of the wall. If Rosalie had been there, she would
have recognized it as the spot where she first met Jonathan.
It was also the location where Jonathan’s father died of frostbite.
Every year, on the death anniversary of his father, Jonathan would go there.
Carlos was aware that that day was not Jonathan’s father’s death anniversary. In the many years he
had worked with Jonathan, it was the first time he had seen Jonathan act unusually and go there
when it was not his father’s death anniversary.
He could not help but wonder if it had anything to do with Rosalie.
Curious, Carlos asked, “Mr. Youngblood, Ms. Leighton is carrying two suitcases, saying that she has
broken up wants to leave the Youngblood residence. Should we let her go?”
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Jonathan was stunned, and his eyshes trembled slightly. His gaze was fixed on the patch of
concrete where his father was buried.
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He was determined that he would not follow in his father’s footsteps.
“Let her go,” Jonathan said coldly through his thin lips.
After hesitating for a moment, Carlos responded, “Understood.”
Meanwhile, Rosalie dragged her two suitcases out of the Youngblood residence, realizing she had
no idea where she could go
in Strico.
It seemed like she had nowhere to call home, and she had nowhere to go.
She thought she had finally found a home, but it turned out she still hadn’t.