Chapter 474


    “So, this man… is the backer that the legal assistant mentioned?” one of the terrified kidnappers


    thought.


    The kidnapper could only wonder what sort of backer could be that capable.


    At that moment, Jonathan shot a chilly gander at the man without a mask before he ordered his


    subordinates beside him, “Teach this man a lesson of a lifetimeter. He shall have a taste of his


    own medicine.”


    “Understood,” replied the subordinate. Deep down, he was murmuring, “Poor man… To be taught a


    lesson from Mr. Youngblood would only mean to have one foot in the grave!”


    That sent shivers down that man’s spine. Right when Jonathan was all ready to hop onto the ck


    Bentley with Rosalie in his arms, the man suddenly yelled, “Who exactly are you? And she… Is she


    really just a mere assistant?”


    In his book, no backer could grant such privilege to an assistant, one who only had average looks at


    that.


    Everything around him seemed to have gone crazy, or so he thought.


    He had simply cut himself a business deal, to begin with. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect


    things to end up like that.


    No one answered his questions. Jonathan had already gotten into the car with Rosalie in his


    embrace, and slowly, the car drove away from the scene.


    In the car, Rosalie expressed her gratitude toward Jonathan, “Thank you.”


    Had it not been for him, Rosalie would have ended up in quite a miserable state that day.


    “Aren’t you a smart one to have contacted me?” uttered Jonathan “Do you know who you’ve


    offended?”


    Rosalie shook her head at that. She had indeed stepped on some people’s toes, but at that instant,


    she could not very well figure out the person who would resort to such means.


    “This is already the second time,” Jonathan said.


    “What second time?” Rosalie froze.


    “Didn’t someone try to harm you thest time at the entrance of the residential area where you live


    now? Today’s their second attempt.”


    “You mean… they’re under the same order?”


    “That we’ll find out after running an investigation,” Rosalie stated Jonathan coldly. His eyes, though,


    turned all gentle the second his gazended on Rosalie who was in a mess.


    “Does it hurt a lot?” Jonathan asked softly.


    “I guess so, but… I can still bear with it.” Even though one side of Rosalie’s cheeks was painfully


    scorching, the hurt was actually much lighterpared to what she had gone through in prison.


    A pucker creased Jonathan’s forehead on that note. As lightly as he could, he touched the blood


    trickling down from the corner of Rosalie’s lips with his fingers.


    The ps had scarred the corner of her mouth.


    “It’s only some blood. I’ll just wipe them off.” As Rosalie spoke, she was about to take out a tissue


    and wipe away the blood oozing out of her mouth.


    Nevertheless, Jonathan grabbed Rosalie’s hand and stopped her. “Save the trouble.”


    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Rosalie wondered as she blinked in befuddlement. On the heels


    of that, all she could see was Jonathan’s face closing in right before her eyes.


    A warm, moist touch at the corner of her lips was what Rosalie felt next.


    “Jonathan… is licking my blood!” Rosalie secretly shouted.


    Rosalie’s body suddenly stiffened as she felt a burning sensation all over the spots Jonathan


    licked.


    After a long time, Jonathan seemed to have finally cleaned up the bloodstains on Rosalie’s lips.


    Pressing his forehead gently


    against Rosalie’s, Jonathan piped up with a trace of self-reproach, “It was my fault that you got


    hurt.”


    “Does Jonathan even realize how suggestive his action is?” Rosalie asked herself. Be that as it


    might, she seemed unable to lift her stiff arm at that point, let alone push Jonathan away.


    “I might be injured… but you’re not to me. If anything, I must thank you for showing up and


    saving me,” Rosalie voiced as she gulped down her saliva.


    Jonathan, however, thought otherwise. Heughed at himself, saying, “I failed to keep you away


    from harm. Thest thing I want to see is you getting hurt.”


    Rosalie was silent. Jonathan’s breath hung around her nose, and they seemed as intimate as ever.


    Even so, Jonathan knew that it was not those physical injuries but the wounds in Rosalie’s heart


    that were hurting.


    Only time would tell when all the hurt would heal.


    As the car came to a halt at the front gate of the hospital, Jonathan carried Rosalie and alighted the


    vehicle.


    During the interim, the doctor had long been awaiting their arrival in the special consulting room.


    The second Rosalie arrived, the doctor gave her a round of examination.


    Fortunately, it was nothing more than some bruises. There was nothing to worry about, for the


    redness and swelling on her face would subside in a few days.


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    When the examination was done, a new blouse was ced right before her eyes.


    “Get dressed,” came Jonathan’smand.


    “Oh.” She returned a response. Considering that her blouse was torn apart near the shoulder, there


    was no way she could continue wearing it.


    Rosalie reached out, intending to take the blouse, but Jonathan did not seem to mean to hand it to


    her.


    Because of that, Rosalie regarded Jonathan in utter confusion.


    “You’re hurt, so I don’t think it’ll be convenient for you to change your own clothes.”


    “So? He means that…” Rosalie blushed as she thought of that. With that, her already red and


    swollen cheek looked even more vibrant than before.


    “Well… You can ask the nurse to give me a hand,” suggested Rosalie in a frantic. At that juncture,


    they were resting in a VIP lounge, waiting for the staff to fetch them the prescription.


    “Are you shy?” Jonathan asked. “But what’s there to be shy? Didn’t I also help you change your


    clothes back then?”


    Rosalie mentally remarked, “But that was before! It’s different now!”


    “There’s no way I’ll let ad change my clothes,” she insisted with gritted teeth. Besides, she could


    not convince herself to ept that kind of help.


    Jonathan pursed his lips tightly.


    The air in the room became tense. Just when Rosalie thought that Jonathan might be ticked off,


    Jonathan suddenly wheeled around and exited the room.


    A momentter, a nurse stepped in with the said blouse in Rosalie’s hand. “Ms. Leighton, Mr.


    Youngblood asked me to help you change into this,” the nurse said.


    Rosalie was stunned for a moment and then said, “Okay, thank you.”


    After Rosalie got dressed, Jonathan came back in. “The prescription is here. I’ll give you a ride


    home.”


    Jonathan’s attitude did not seem to have any change as though the brief tension in the atmosphere


    had never existed.


    As he spoke, he wanted to pick her up altogether.


    “I can walk myself,” were Rosalie’s words.


    Yet, Rosalie’s words weighed nothing. Jonathan still carried her, headed outside, got her out of the


    hospital, and returned to the rental home where she lived.


    Jonathan carefully put Rosalie on the chair and went into the bathroom. After a while, he came out


    with a clean wet towel. “Come, wipe your face clean before applying medicine.”


    “Oh,” answered Rosalie.


    However, Jonathan did not pass her the towel. Instead, he started wiping her face in her stead.


    His movements were extremely gentle, but Rosalie still took a sharp breath from time to time.


    Although she did not wail in pain, to see her countenance showing her putting up with it was proof


    to him that she was truly in pain at that point.


    “Just let it out if it hurts.”