Chapter 377

After taking a deep breath, Rosalie stopped struggling and calmed down. “Fiona is the one who saved you, isn’t she? Mr. Gunner, I think you found that yourself, right? Don’t you think it’s ridiculous to ask me this question now?”

Rosalie’s words were like cold water poured on Calvin, making his face suddenly pale.

“Calvin, don’t you think your guess is ridiculous? If Fiona were here and heard what you just asked me, how do you think she would feel?” asked Rosalie.

Calvin’s scarlet eyes were still staring at Fiona. Indeed, all the clues in the information Calvin searched pointed to Fiona. All the clues were telling Calvin that Fiona was the one he wanted.

appearance?

Calvin thought, “But why do I still feel that this woman in front of me should be the one? Is it because of her Or the way she looks at others sometimes? Even if she’s trampled by others, she still looks a little dignified. And there’s a pursuit for justice in her eyes… So similar to that person!”

“You’re really… not her?” Calvin tried so hard to say this simple sentence.

“I’m not,” Rosalie replied.

Calvin suddenly chuckled. “Yeah, you’re not. You’re not…”

But this fact made Calvin feel freezing as if he was immersed in ice water.

Calvin thought, “Why? Why do I feel so sad when she said that she was not? I feel so heartbroken as if my heart is gonna be pulled out of my body.”

With almost all his sanity, Calvin loosened his fingers that were grabbing Rosalie’s wrists bit by bit.

Rosalie finally broke free and hurriedly walked towards the exit of the exit passageway.

Calvin seemed to have lost all his strength and leaned against the wall depressedly with a bitter smile.

He thought, “Rosalie is really not that person. In the end, it’s all my fantasy. It’s Fiona who saved me when I was a child. I shouldn’t doubt it anymore, should I?”

Rosalie left the hospital in a hurry, but she was still heavy-hearted.

She knew that she had already made the decision.

When Rosalie told Calvin that she was not the person, she had decided to never look for the truth in her dream and confirm whether she had ever lost a part of her memory.

After returning to the Youngblood residence, Rosalie learned from the servant that Jonathan was in the kitchen at this moment.

This surprised Rosalie a lot.

She thought, “Usually… There’s nothing that needs Jon to get into the kitchen.”

When Rosalie walked to the kitchen, she found that there was a cook in the kitchen besides Jonathan.

At this moment, he was teaching Jonathan… decorate cakes!

Yes, decorating cakes!

Rosalie saw that Jonathan was decorating flowers on the surface of a piece of baked cake with the common decorating tools used by bakers.

Jonathan’s slender fingers were holding tools and moving them smoothly on the cake. He could almost shoot advertisements for cake shops.

When Rosalie saw the cream roses made by Jonathan, she was quite surprised.

She didn’t even know that Jonathan had such a skill.

Rosalie didn’t walk into the kitchen until Jonathan stopped.

“You’re back. How was your treatment?” Jonathan asked.

“Not bad,” Rosalie thought for a while and said. “If I still have that headache in the future, how about you find me another doctor?”

Jonathan’s eyes slightly narrowed. Then he replied, “Okay.”

“Speaking of which, I didn’t know that you were interested in making cakes. Why did you want to learn this? How long have you been learning it?” Rosalie asked while lowering her head and looking at Jonathan’s cake carefully.

Rosalie felt that Jonathan did it well. At least for a layman like her, it was similar to those that were sold in the cake shops.

“Mr. Youngblood learns it very quickly. He can soon master the essentials after learning it once,” The baker aside praised Jonathan.

“Alright, that’s all for today. You can leave now,” Jonathan said to the baker.

The baker nodded and left the kitchen.

Suddenly, only Rosalie and Jonathan were left in the spacious kitchen.

“Did anything else happen except for meeting the doctor today?” Jonathan asked tentatively.

Actually, Jonathan knew it all. He knew what Rosalie went to the hospital for today, and also knew that she had met Calvin in the hospital today.

But Jonathan wanted to hear it from Rosalie.

Was it because of pride or self-esteem? Or maybe… Jonathan hoped that Rosalie was willing to tell him everything, instead of hiding something from him.

Rosalie looked a little awkward for a second. Then she smiled. “Nothing special. By the way, why are you making cakes at home? Aren’t you supposed to be in the company now?”

Rosalie changed the topic.

“You said you wanted a cake for your birthday, so I have to learn it in advance,” said Jonathan. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, covering all the darkness in his eyes.

Rosalie blinked and said, “Are you gonna… make a cake for me on my birthday yourself?”

“Do you like it?” Jonathan said. “But I just started learning today. I hope the cake I make on your birthday will taste good.”

Rosalie was shocked. She knew that Jonathan loved her, but she really didn’t expect him to make cakes for her.

This cake would be more meaningful than any other one.

“I love it,” Rosalie smiled and said.

“But the taste may not be good.” It was rare for Jonathan to be worried about something.

“Even so, I still love it,” Rosalie said. “Because you made it for me, Jon.”

Jonathan looked at Rosalie deeply and put his hands around her waist. He stared at her as if he wanted to engrave her in his soul. “Rosalie, I only make cakes for one woman in my life.”

Rosalie was slightly stunned. She felt that she was about to submit to Jonathan’s eyes at this moment.

“So, don’t let me down, okay?” Jonathan’s voice was so soft that it could hardly be heard.

Rosalie shivered for a second. She saw the fragility in Jonathan’s eyes.

Rosalie thought, “Am I the only person who can see Jon’s fragility? What should I do to erase it and let him believe I love him?”

Rosalie put her hands around Jonathan’s neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. “Jon, I will never let you down in my whole life. Just like what I told you before your father’s photo that day. I’ll never betray you.