Chapter 560


    “I will care for her for the rest of my life!” Jonathan thought determinedly.


    Meanwhile, Levi was sent back to the Sabatini family. Calvin rushed to the Sabatini family as soon


    as he got the news.


    “Mr. Sabatini, where were you taken today?” Calvin’s face was filled with anxiety.


    Levi looked at Calvin and couldn’t help but sigh, thinking, “This is the first time I’ve seen this boy so


    him for so many years. And the reason for his apprehension must be…”


    He questioned out loud, “You’re anxious about Rosalie, aren’t you?”


    Calvin’s pupils contracted abruptly. “So you really went to treat her hand today?” he asked.


    after knowing


    “Yes. This is the first time I was ever brought somewhere while being blindfolded.” Levi stated.


    “There is a man who stayed with the youngdy. I think his surname is Youngblood. Is he


    Jonathan?”


    Calvin pursed his thin lips. “Yes, it’s Jonathan.”


    “Looks like you’ve found yourself a rival,” Levi remarked, contemting the situation. “Calvin’s head


    over heels for Rosalie. No matter who captures her heart, it’s going to be a tough battle for him,” he


    thought.


    Calvin asked, “Do you know where you were taken?”


    “I was kept in the dark throughout the journey. The car must have traveled for about 20 minutes,


    and I was brought to a manor with a touch of history. The interior exuded a serene and traditional


    style, and the structures seemed far from new. The entire manor seemed quite spacious, but I only


    caught a glimpse of one corner,” Levi recalled.


    Calvin’s brows furrowed as he heard about the aged manor. “Mr. Sabatini was snatched from the


    clinic. There are many potential ces that are just a 20-minute drive away. Plus, the captors might


    have deliberately taken a detour to avoid being caught,” he pondered.


    “How was Rosie when you saw her?” Calvin inquired after a brief pause, his voice tinged with


    timidity as if fearing unwee revtions.


    “Nothing extraordinary. But… Jonathan seems to care a lot about her. Are you seriously going to


    compete with Jonathan for her?” Levi inquired, an unusual moment of him being nosy.


    “If it’s Rosalie, then I will,” Calvin responded with unwavering certainty.


    Armed with valuable leads from Levi, Calvin wasted no time in his departure. These clues might


    hold the key to finding Rosalie.


    Meanwhile, as Rosalie slept in a hazy state in the dead of night, she had the same haunting


    nightmares of her prison days. Her body felt as if it were being relentlessly kicked, each blow


    sending waves of pain coursing through her.


    Despite her continuous pleas, it seemed to make no difference. The duration of this pain was


    uncertain, leaving her to wonder, “Am I going to die in jail? And who will be sad for me if I die?”


    Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed, calling out to her. “What’s wrong, Rosie?”


    ‘Who is it? It sounds so familiar!


    Who is it?


    Who’s here to save me?’ Rosalie, caught in the throes of her subconscious torment, sought


    desperately for the source of the voice.


    “Ah!” Rosalie snapped awake, her body jolting upright from the bed.


    “Another nightmare? Must I endure these haunting dreams again?” she mused, panting.


    As she gasped for breath, a velvety voice suddenly sounded in her ear. “What did you dream of?”


    Rosalie snapped her head up, and there was Jonathan, his faceing into view.


    “Nothing!” she stammered, “It’s sote. Why are you in my room?”


    “I couldn’t sleep,” Jonathan confessed, raising his hand with a tissue to gently wipe the sweat on


    her forehead. “You sweated more tonight than when you were being treated during the day. Did you


    just dream about prison?”


    Rosalie’s body tensed, a mix of shock and disbelief evident in her eyes. “He… knew?” she


    eximed inwardly.


    “When you drifted off a moment ago, I caught bits of what you said,” he shared. He had guessed


    what she was dreaming


    about from her fragmented words, and that left him feeling more remorseful while he witnessed her


    vulnerable and pained expression in slumber.


    Rosalie responded with a bitter smile as she reminisced about the past when he was feverish, and


    she had overheard him calling out to his parents. This time, roles were reversed.


    “I dreamt about my time in prison. It used to be a recurring nightmare, but it’s much better now,” she


    casually mentioned.


    Jonathan’s lips tightened, and he abruptly questioned, “Did you start sleeping with the light on after


    we broke up?”


    Rosalie stayed silent. She had been able to sleep in darkness in the Youngblood residence back


    then, but after their separation, light became a necessity for her to drift into slumber.


    Without theforting glow, sleep eluded her.


    Though Rosalie didn’t answer, Jonathan discerned the response from the expression on her face.


    “I’m sorry,” he murmured.


    Perhaps she was the only one in this world who could make him say those words.


    At that moment, Rosalie grappled with how to respond.


    “It’ste. You…”


    “Can I stay over in this room tonight?” Jonathan interjected.


    Rosalie’s surprise was evident. “Stay over?” she echoed, her mind racing with the thought, “Is he


    referring to what I’m imagining?”


    “I’ll just hold your hand. Don’t worry; I won’t do anything until you fall in love with me,” he assured


    her. “I just find it difficult to fall asleep alone in that room.”


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    Even with her photos covering the walls, it only intensified his desire to be with her, even if it meant


    just silently watching her as she slept.


    In a sudden recollection, Rosalie thought of Jonathan’s bouts of insomnia. Apart from the days


    when he had a fever and managed to sleep due to medication, she hadn’t seen him sleep much.


    Minutester, much to her own surprise, Rosalie acquiesced to Jonathan’s request to stay in her


    room with one condition. She imed the bed for herself, leaving him to improvise a makeshift bed


    on the floor beside hers. As the night enveloped them in quiet, their hands instinctively sought each


    other’s warmth.


    This scene brought Rosalie back to the early days of their acquaintance, back when they shared a


    rental house and fell asleep hand in hand.


    “Rosie.” Jonathan’s voice rang out.


    Rosalie paused, and he continued, “Remember when we were renting a house, and you said that in


    the future, we would huddle together for warmth and care for each other? I thought that even after


    breaking up, I could still have you by my side like a sister. But… it turned out that just having you as


    my sister isn’t enough for me,” he confessed.


    At the sight of her with Calvin, jealousy would consume him, overpowering his ability to rein in his


    emotions, and causing him to lose all sense ofposure.