Chapter 578
Jonathan, who was not too far away, paused when he heard Rosalie’s name being called out. He
turned and looked in the direction of Rosalie and Lillian.
Carlos, who was standing next to Jonathan, heard it as well. He nced over before hurriedly
turning to Jonathan.
But all Jonathan did was stare indifferently at Rosalie as shey on the ground. His face remained
impassive.
“Let’s go,” he said nonchntly, walking down the hill.
Since Rosalie fell not too far from the stairs, Jonathan would have to walk past Rosalie if he wanted
to leave.
At that moment, all the visitors who were outside had entered the pce.
Rosalie looked up subconsciously when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
She saw a figure slowly approaching her.
“It’s Jonathan,” she thought.
She raised her head and looked at him in a daze.
But unlike the beautiful, fleeting moment when he left the hall, she could now clearly see his
features as he approached her.
His face remained cold and delicate, but his expression was different now. Itcked the tenderness
he used to have when she was with him, and it wasn’t as broken as it was when she left the house.
There was nothing but indifference in his gaze. He didn’t even spare her a nce, as if he was
completely over her.
As he walked past her, Rosalie suddenly trembled. Nevertheless, Jonathan never spared her a
nce.
“Rosalie, are you okay?” Lillian rushed over to help Rosalie up.
“I’m fine.” Rosalie shook her head, bent down, and gently brushed the dust off her.
She caught another glimpse of Jonathan walking down the stairs from the corner of her eye.
That figure belonged to Strico’s most unapproachable man. However, she remembered how that
man had once knelt before her and said he would give her everything.
Nheless, she was the one who had pushed him away. She had knelt on the ground and begged
him to let her go.
Hence, they had nothing to do with each other anymore.
“Isn’t this what I wanted? But why do I feel so bitter now that I’ve got what I wanted?” she thought.
“Since we can get in from here, let’s go inside,” Rosalie suggested, taking a deep breath and
walking toward the hall.
Lillian sighed and looked back at Jonathan, who was already on his way, surrounded by his
bodyguards. She hit her head in frustration.
If she had known Jonathan would be here, she wouldn’t have brought Rosalie along. “Why are we
so lucky?”
Lillian chided herself, then hurriedly followed Rosalie into the hall.
Inside, there was only one statue, radiating an aura ofpassion for all living beings.
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Rosalie was not religious, but at that moment, she folded her hands in front of the statue, closed her
eyes, and prayed respectfully.
She wondered if she could be granted the grace to let go of her feelings for Jonathan and restore
the peace in her heart that had once been so deeply in love.
It seemed that sometimes, not loving was a blessing in disguise.
Jonathan settled into the car seat at the base of the mountain, leaning back and closing his eyes to
rest.
In the front row, Carlos nced at Jonathan through the rearview mirror with trepidation.
Jonathan’s reaction to seeing Rosalie earlier had been indifferent, as if he didn’t care about her at
all.
At least, that was the impression he gave.
But was it really the truth? Carlos had his doubts. He had watched their rtionship develop since
they first met, and he knew how much Rosalie had once meant to Jonathan.
He feared that Jonathan would have willinglyplied even if Rosalie had asked him to give up his
life for her.
Carlos wondered, ‘How can Mr. Youngblood stop loving a woman he cared for so much in such a
short time?
Sometimes, the more Mr. Youngblood seems to ignore her, the more it is a sign that he still cares for
her.’
“By the way, is the party n mentionedst time going to be held today?” Jonathan asked, though
his eyes remained closed.
Carlos, taken aback by the question, replied, “Yes, it’s today! It’s at Siren Nightclub.”
Siren Nightclub was a nightclub known for its bevy of beautiful women. Some worked there out of
necessity, while others frequented the ce to attract wealthy suitors. After all, Strico was home to
many affluent young men who enjoyed hosting parties and seeking excitement at such
establishments.
“I’m going there tonight,” Jonathan dered faintly.
Carlos was left stunned, thinking, ‘Mr. Youngblood is not one to frequent ces like nightclubs, so
why the sudden change?
Could it be that he’s been triggered by Ms. Leighton?”
Carlos had numerous spections in his mind but didn’t dare to say much, so he went along with
Jonathan’s request.
Carlos expected a lively night at Siren Nightclub, with women vying for Jonathan’s attention.
Meanwhile, after receiving a call from the police, Rosalie headed to the police station. To her
surprise, Calvin and Fiona were also there.
Fiona approached Rosalie as soon as she spotted her and said, “Rosalie, you’re here. Are you also
here to hear the police’s final findings regarding the lounge investigation?”
“Yes,” Rosalie replied, casting a questioning look at Fiona. “Why are you here?
“I-I’m here to listen as well,” Fiona admitted, forcing a smile. “After all, you were dragged into this
because of me. The perpetrator wanted to frame me. I was supposed to go to the loungeter, but
who would have thought you would be there?”
Rosalie raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, “Dragged into?”
Fiona’s expression turned guilty. “Yes, you were dragged into this because of me. Rosalie, I’m sorry.
I’m really sorry that you got involved in this. I asked Calvin to bring me here as soon as I heard the
investigation results were out.”
!
Fiona had been looking for Calvin earlier and wanted to ask him about the case. Instead, she got a
call from the police.
So, she hurried over as if genuinely concerned about Rosalie.