Chapter 776
“I don’t know how I fell in love with you back then, but why do you think I would fall in love with you
now?” Jonathan’s voice unconsciously rose, seemingly an attempt to mask the embarrassment that
had crept over him.
Jonathan’s elevated tone stirred Jennifer, who had been dozing on his back.
Jennifer blinked sleepily, her eyes half-open. “Daddy, I’m still sleepy. Please don’t wake me up!”
With that, she nted a kiss on Jonathan’s cheek as if to soothe him.
Jonathan’s body stiffened, and an ufortable sensation coursed through him.
“All right, Jen, Mommy will take you to another room to rest. Daddy has to work.” Rosalie took a
couple of steps closer.
Jennifer readily agreed, her tiny arms outstretched.
Rosalie scooped Jennifer from Jonathan’s arms, and Jennifer settled on Rosalie’s back, sliding
back into slumber.
With Jennifer’s absence, Jonathan felt an unexpected void in his arms. He had wished for Jennifer
to be taken away earlier, but when it happened, he found himself inexplicably disheartened.
“What’se over me today? Why am I acting so strangely?”
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His emotions had been stirred up by the mother-daughter duo in front of him.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your work for now,” Rosalie said in hushed tones, taking care not to wake
their daughter.
Just as she turned to go, she paused and looked back at Jonathan. “Oh, by the way, Jon, I’m still
your wife, right? I mean, I’m very much alive, so technically, we’re still married. It’s only natural for
me to hope you’ll fall in love with me again, isn’t it?”
With those words, she left the study, cradling their sleeping daughter in her arms, not waiting for his
response.
Jonathan pursed his lips, gazing at the door in contemtion. “It’s only natural? Am I being taken
for granted by the woman who left me five years ago? But why does it make me feel so strangely
content to hear her say that? It’s peculiar.” Jonathan lowered his head, studying his own hands.
Even if he had tried to forget her, it seemed his body still held onto those memories. Faced with her,
his reactions were undeniably unpredictable.
He ced his hand over his heart, sensing its rapid, excited rhythm. It had been a long time since
he had felt this way, and he couldn’t help but wonder if her presence was the cause.
“Is it because of her mere presence?” he wondered.
Jonathan lowered his head, studying his own hands. Even if he had forgotten her, it seemed his
body still held onto those memories. Faced with her, his reactions
were undeniably unpredictable.
“Rosalie, why did youe back? Do you really want me to love you?” Jonathan muttered, his
whisper carried by the still air.
Rosalie met her son Guillermo that evening.
She had assumed that her son and daughters would resemble one another, given that they were
triplets. However, as she gazed upon Guillermo, she realized their faces were remarkably distinct.
In fact, Guillermo was the spitting image of Jonathan! Rosalie recalled having seen a childhood
photo of Jonathan, which bore an uncanny resemnce to
Guillermo.
There was no doubt that the child would grow up to resemble his father, attracting the attention of
Strico’s youngdies.
“Are you my mommy?” Guillermo’s first words upon seeing Rosalie took her by surprise.
She had prepared a lot of opening lines, but now none was needed.
“How do you know that?” Rosalie was taken aback, for she hadn’t introduced herself to Guillermo
yet.
“Did Gary and Carlos tell him?” she wondered. Rosalie turned to look at them and noticed their
equal astonishment.
“Daddy took me to visit your grave. There’s a photo of you on the tombstone,” Guillermo said.
Rosalie was taken aback and choked on her own saliva. “Visit my grave? The picture on my
tombstone?”
Rosalie nced at Jonathan, who was seated on the couch. “I wonder how that would have yed
out, taking our son to visit my grave?”
“Why did you visit Mommy’s grave?” Another voice chimed in, the puzzled face of Jennifer now part
of the conversation.
“Because Mommy passed away,” Guillermo replied.
“But Mommy is alive.”
“Everyone said Mommy died.”
And so, the two children began to argue passionately about whether Rosalie was dead or alive.
Rosalie couldn’t believe her ears and hurriedly interjected, “Okay, stop! Mommy is still alive. It was
all a misunderstanding! Guille, Mommy is back. I’m sorry I left for such a long time, and I promise I’ll
never leave you again.”
Rosalie’s eyes welled up, and her voice trembled with emotion.
She remembered how the triplets were in her belly and the impression they had on her every time
they moved.
She thought she had only Jennifer, but now there was also Guillermo.
Compared to Rosalie’s overwhelming excitement, Guillermo’s expression remained stoic. It
appeared that, for him, whether his mother was alive or not held little significance.
It was as though his mother was merely a symbol to him.
“It doesn’t matter if you leave,” Guillermo stated, his tone closely resembling Jonathan’s.
Rosalie’s eyes welled up with tears. She hadn’t fulfilled her motherly duties for five years, and it was
only natural that Guillermo was treating her with such aloofness
now.
“I’m not leaving. You’ll see me every day from now on. Come on, call me Mommy!” Rosalie
eximed, opening her arms to hug Guillermo.
Guillermo appeared somewhat ufortable-and was on the verge of resisting. Despite his young
age of five, he wasn’t ustomed to being embraced by others, especially considering he had just
met his mom today.
“Didn’t you leave me already? Why… do you want me to call
you Mommy?” Guillermo questioned, unconsciously biting his lower lip. He felt that he didn’t need
his mom and had been doing just fine without her.
“It’s just… Is this what it feels like to be hugged by Mommy?” He remembered how, when watching
cartoons, the little mouse in the animation liked to be hugged by its mother. At the time, he had
found it strange, as there was never an asion for him to be hugged.
He didn’t want such a hug!
However, his mother’s embrace was so warm that Guillermo felt hesitant to push Rosalie away.
“I never meant to leave you!” Rosalie said hurriedly. “Guille, you’re my baby. How can I leave you?”
Nevertheless, when she said that, Jonathan, who was sitting on the couch, suddenly frowned. At
this moment, two figures shed in his mind.
The figures were intertwined,
“Do you want me? If you do, I’ll give you everything.” One of the two figures spoke in his voice.