Chapter 954
Carlos instinctively discerned Jonathan’s simmering displeasure with Rosalie. Lately, Jonathan had
secluded himself in the manor, diligently attending to his tasks, fully eschewing thepany
premises. Despite his absence, thepany’s employees palpably sensed an atmosphere of
uncertainty akin to treading on fragile ground.
In a matter of mere days, he had dismissed three senior executives. One could only fathom the
extent of the impending upheaval should Jonathan’s ire persist for another span.
Over thest 48 hours, numerous individuals sought Carlos out, inquiring about the abrupt
termination of their colleagues by Jonathan. Perplexed, Carlos found himself at a loss for an
exnation. Even if he possessed the courage, he dared not divulge the truth-their boss’ actions
were rooted in a domestic discord with his spouse.
Fortunately, Rosalie had atst made her entrance. Carlos noted that she alone wielded the
peculiar knack to incite such profound ire in Jonathan, yet she also appeared to possess the elusive
power to soothe his stormy temperament.
Carlos hastened toward the pond. Presently, Jonathan stood serenely by the water, and his gaze
fixed upon a meticulously nurtured lotus blossom gracing the pond’s surface.
Although it was not the typical season for lotuses to be in full bloom, the lotuses adorning that pond
exhibited an unusually beautiful blossoming.
“Mr. Youngblood, Mrs. Youngblood adamantly declined to leave the manor’s doorway. It appears
she intends to persist there until you meet with her,” Carlos reported. Meanwhile, his keen eyes
attentively studied Jonathan’s reaction.
Jonathan’s handsome countenance remained unchanged, disying no flicker of emotion upon
hearing the news as if he had been informed of a mundane urrence.
“If she wishes to wait, then so be it,” Jonathan remarked nonchntly.
“Understood,” Carlos responded. Given the directive, it was evident that Jonathan was deeply upset
with her this time.
“You may take your leave now. I want to be alone,” Jonathan uttered.
Carlos nodded subtly and left. Jonathan remained rooted by the pond, and his gaze fixed upon the
lotus blooms while assuming a statue-like stillness.
Rosalie couldn’t gauge the duration of her standing, but she noticed that her legs had grown achy,
and the sky gradually lightened with the approaching dawn.
“Is dawn approaching?” she pondered.
Her phone chimed, and she retrieved it to see an iing call from Gary.
When Rosalie pressed the answer button, Gary’s concerned voice echoed from her phone. “Mrs.
Youngblood, are you still at the manor? When the children wake up…”
“I’m still here. When they wake up, let them know I had to leave early for work,” Rosalie stated. She
fixed her gaze on the manor before her as she took a deep breath. “And, Gary, if I don’t return
today, please assist me in finding a usible excuse to tell them,” she instructed.
“Aren’t you returning home today?” Gary inquired.
“It hinges on whether I can meet Jon today or not,” Rosalie replied before ending the call.
Regardless, she was resolute in her decision to meet Jonathan, even if it meant standing there for
an indefinite period.
Rosalie lost track of time as she stood there. Fatigue and tiredness weighed heavily on her, and
hunger gnawed at her, making her feel slightly unsteady.
As she stumbled, the security guard’s voice echoed in her ears. “Mrs. Youngblood, are you all
right?”
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Rosalie shook her head. “I’m fine. However, do you happen to have any food here?”
“Huh?” The security guard was taken aback by her request.
Fifteen minutester, Rosalie found herself squatting at the gate, enjoying breakfast provided by the
security guard-an omelet, oatmeal, and some dried fruits to apany the oatmeal.
Those foods were the breakfast provided by the manor. ording to the security guard, they, with
considerable effort, managed to procure an additional set for Rosalie from the kitchen.
“Mrs. Youngblood, it might be best if you returned home for now. Mr. Youngblood must be aware
that you’ve been standing here all night, yet he hasn’t permitted you inside. Continuing to endure
this would only cause you more distress. Why not head back for now? When Mr. Youngblood
wishes to see you, you will undoubtedly have the opportunity to meet him,” the security guard
advised with genuine concern.
Rosalie shook her head resolutely while continuing to eat her breakfast. “No. I think it’s best if I
continue standing here.”
She had a nagging intuition that retreating then and going back home might make it even more
improbable to meet him.
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Hence, her current resolve was to conserve her strength, ensuring her body didn’t give in. If she
couldn’t meet him that day, she contemted asking Gary to send a tent so that she could set it up
right outside the manor to continue in her pursuit.
The security guard couldn’t help but feel a headache creep in upon hearing her determination.
Rumor had it that Jonathan doted on Rosalie immensely. Despite her five-year absence and her
sudden return with a daughter, Jonathan harbored deep concern for her. There were even videos
on the inte showcasing Jonathan shielding her with his body from the onught of rotten eggs
and vegetables thrown by hostile individuals.
Yet, the security guard remained puzzled about why Jonathan refused to allow Rosalie inside the
manor.
It led to a lingering concern that Rosalie might soon lose Jonathan’s favor. However, after the
events ofst night, especially the phone call from Carlos, it appeared that she hadn’t fallen out of
favor just yet.
Recalling the phone call from Carlos the previous night, the security guard couldn’t help but feel a
throbbing sensation in his head return.
“Remember-ensure nothing untoward befalls Mrs. Youngblood. I expect you to be at the top of your
game, providing her with all she requires. However, be cautious not to give her the impression of
receiving preferential treatment,” Carlos had instructed.
“But that’s easier said than done,” the security guard silentlyined. He fervently hoped
Rosalie would return home soon, bringing a sense of relief to him.
As she ate, Rosalie engaged in casual conversation with the security guard. She inquired about the
recent weather, gradually steering the conversation toward the ongoings within the manor.
Eventually, she probed about the individuals who frequented the manor on a daily basis.
The security guard responded respectfully to all her inquiries.
Just as Rosalie was on the verge of asking whether Jonathan had ventured out of the manor
recently or not, the entrance swung open, revealing Jonathan’s presence.
Rosalie stared at Jonathan in disbelief, her mouth still holding the unswallowed bite of omelet.
She had braved an entire night waiting at the entrance, fully prepared to persist in the situation for
as long as it took. Her intention was to stay there until the world seemed to fade away, exhausting
every possibility to meet him. And yet, right then… he appeared before her without any warning.
“He appeared so soon!” she thought.
Jonathan cast a brief nce at the emotionless half-bitten omelet on Rosalie’s fork before his gaze
settled on her face .
Her cheeks were puffed out, giving her the appearance of a hamster. The dark circles under her
eyes and the weariness etched between her eyebrows unmistakably revealed the toll of standing
outside all night.
Silence enveloped the surroundings. At that moment, the world seemed hushed, with only the
sound of breathing breaking
the stillness.
“J-Jon, why did youe out?” Rosalie’s words were slightly muffled as her mouth was still full from
the unswallowed omelet.
“It appears I shouldn’t havee out,” Jonathan retorted icily, and with that, he turned on his heel,
evidently intent on reentering the manor.
“No!” Rosalie hastily reached out, and her hand grasped Jonathan’s wrist. Simultaneously, she tried
to swallow the omelet in her mouth quickly, but in her haste, it got caught in her throat, leaving her
choking.
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