Chapter 955


    Despite her predicament, Rosalie’s grip on Jonathan’s wrist remained resolute. It was as if she


    feared that releasing him would mean he would vanish into the manor, never to be seen by her


    again.


    Jonathan lowered his gaze. His eyes first fell upon her deformed hand that clung desperately to his


    wrist. His gaze then shifted to her reddened, choking face, and emotions flickered momentarily in


    his dark eyes.


    “You don’t need to clutch me like this. Since I’ve chosen to meet you, it implies I’m willing to hear


    you out,” Jonathan said, his tone frosty and distant.


    Rosalie’s choking fit finally subsided. She nced up at Jonathan, and tears were welling up in her


    eyes due to the ordeal. “Shall we go inside and talk?”


    However, her grip on his wrist remained unyielding.


    He pursed his lips, averting his gaze, and headed back inside. She promptly followed him.


    The security guard at the entrance let out a long sigh of relief as he watched the two individuals


    walk away. “They finally left!” he thought.


    He mused inwardly, “But Mr. Youngblood’s demeanor toward Mrs. Youngblood just now was


    exceptionally chilly! What on earth transpired between them?” The security guard couldn’t help but


    specte.


    Rosalie trailed behind Jonathan, walking all the way to the pond within the manor. In the morning


    sunshine, the lotus blooms in the pond appeared even more graceful and elegant.


    Upon reaching that spot, Rosalie’s face nched.


    She remembered that that was the very ce where she had once knelt before him, desperately


    imploring him to let her go.


    From that moment onward, they became strangers until the day she sought him out again when


    Lillian got hurt because of her.


    “Why would he bring me here?” Rosalie wondered, and a sudden sense of unease gripped her


    heart.


    “You wished to see me, and here I am. What do you intend to do now?” he said while staring at her


    coldly. He then withdrew his hand from her grip.


    Rosalie bit her lip hard with her teeth and murmured, “I-I came to apologize. I’m here to beg for your


    forgiveness.”


    Jonathan sneered softly, and his eyes were fixed on the lotus in the pond rather than Rosalie when


    he spoke. “I did mention -I will never forgive you.”


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    His words cut through her like a myriad of sharp needles, sending waves of pain surging through


    her entire being.


    At that moment, he didn’t spare her a nce, making her feel as insignificant as air and as if she


    had ceased to exist in his


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    eyes.


    Her hands, hanging limply by her side, clenched into tight fists.


    She refused to let coldness and indifference be the only things left between them. Rosalie took a


    deep breath and abruptly strode toward Jonathan. cing both of her hands on either side of his


    cheeks, shepelled his face between her palms, forcing him to meet her gaze.


    “Jon, if you’re angry with me, scold me-even hit me if it helps. Or you can tell me what I need to do


    to earn your forgiveness. But don’t push me away and ignore me like this! We’re husband and wife.


    Are you contemting a divorce?” Rosalie’s words burst out in a shout.


    Jonathan’s eyes flickered, and his gaze grew even darker. “Is that what you want? To divorce me?”


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    Her heart raced violently at his words. She sensed that if she uttered “yes” at that moment, he might


    indeed proceed with the divorce.


    “I won’t divorce you!” she dered firmly. “Unless one day youe to truly hate me or fall in love


    with someone else… Only then will I agree to divorce you!”


    He sneered. “Is it because of the children?”


    She felt suffocated. The mockery and self-deprecation in his eyes cut deep into her heart. “It’s not


    because of the children, but because I love you!” she eximed. What she desired was a lifetime


    with him, not a divorce!


    “Do you love me?” The sarcasm in his eyes intensified. “Yes, you love me. Maybe you do love me,


    but it’s far too trivial. Trivial enough that your mentor’s wife holds more significance. The same goes


    for the trust you ce in Calvin! You can betray me for that woman, even conceal the truth from me,


    and seek the aid of Calvin’s men. Why do you trust him so much?”


    “Seeking assistance from Calvin’s associates was a choice I made after exploring every other


    avenue. If there had been others I could turn to for help at that time, I would have done so!” Rosalie


    exined earnestly. “I acknowledge the hurt I caused you regarding Mrs. Smuckler. My mind failed


    to conjure a better solution, so I resorted to such a foolish method. Just as you said, I believed


    you’d forgive me because I’m counting on your love for me.”


    “So what? What’s your n if I refuse to forgive you?” Jonathan said with indifference.


    She remained silent. Meanwhile, his next words echoed in her ears. “If you love someone so


    deeply, your entire life is ced in their hands. I once told myself I’d give my life for you. When you


    were behind the wheel and chose to send that woman back to Lofbury despite knowing that you


    would hurt me, Rosalie, you have utterly shattered my life.”


    At that moment, her betrayal inflicted a deeper pain than the animosity he harbored toward his


    mother.


    It was only at that moment that he realized he cared more about how much importance she


    attributed to him than seeking vengeance against his mother.


    He yearned to know whom she would choose between him and his mother.


    However, the answer he ultimately received left him disheartened.


    It turned out that love could inflict such profound agony upon someone!


    Upon hearing those words from Jonathan’s lips, tears streamed down Rosalie’s cheeks


    uncontrobly.


    “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”


    “Even if you apologize a million times over now, when the timees for you to choose again, you


    won’t hesitate to pick someone else, will you?” Jonathan’s voice was cold. “So, there’s no need for


    your apologies. I believe we don’t need to meet anymore. You can continue to stay in the


    Youngblood residence, and I will find another ce to live.”


    Having spoken his piece, he gently pulled her hands away from his face and walked away.


    In an instant, Rosalie’s hands felt empty, the warmth she had sensed from him fading away swiftly.


    “Jon!” Rosalie suddenly called out to Jonathan. “You once told me that when your mother left your


    father, she chose to go even when your father knelt on the ground and begged her. If I do the same


    as your father, will you forgive me?”


    Jonathan’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and he turned to look at her. His expression was one


    of sheer disbelief, and his eyes were wide with astonishment.


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