Chapter 77

She suddenly frowned as if she had heard his voice. Cold sweat began to appear on her forehead.

Then, her head started shaking from side to side as if she wanted to dodge something.

Jonathan frowned and was about to call the doctor when Rosalie, who had been asleep, suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. She shouted, “Nol”

“Rosie, what’s come over you?” Jonathan asked.

The next moment, Rosalie hugged Jonathan’s waist firmly as if she was drowning. “Jon, great… It’s you… It’s you… I had a nightmare when I was in prison. Those people just wouldn’t let me go. I begged for mercy, and L. I begged them, but they kept hitting me…”

Even in her dream, the pain felt intense. Even if she had woken up, her belly seemed to be hurting faintly, However, she was halfway through her speech when she suddenly paused and stiffened.

It was because she remembered that he was Jonathan, not Jon. The person she was holding now was Jonathan, who was also…. the culprit of her suffering in prison.

Rosalie stiffly released her arm and subconsciously moved back.

However, the next moment. Jonathan’s hand had already held her waist and taken her into his arms.

“Are you scared of me, Rosie?” he asked.

Jonathan could feel her body trembling slightly while he embraced her, like a weak animal facing predators at the top of the food chain.

She bit her lip and tried hard to suppress her fear. “Yeah, I’m scared. I’ve been beaten many times in prison. I’ve been through so much that I’m terrified…” she said honestly.

He interrupted her, saying, “No one will ever beat you again. Rosie. I promise that no one will ever hit you again.”

Rosalie raised her head in a daze. “What do you want?”

He chuckled. “I told you. I want you to stay with me.”

“You can have a lot of people to stay with you. Many women should be willing to do so,” she said.

His smile became brighter, but his eyes darkened. “So you’re unwilling, are you?”

Rosalie was silent, unsure how to answer him.

Jonathan was amused and said, “So what if you’re unwilling? What can you do if I want to be with you now?”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her lips directly.

Rosalie was startled. For a moment, she forgot to react. It was not until he deepened the kiss that she suddenly snapped back to her senses and turned her head to avoid his kiss.

However, it was pointless. His fingers grabbed her chin. Whenever she tried to turn her head away, his grip would pull her head back to its original position. She couldn’t dodge and was forced to endure it Rosalie was overwhelmed with a surge of helplessness as she felt the difference in strength between men and women for the first time.

Just as she felt she was about to suffocate, he finally let go of her mouth. She gasped heavily.

“Jonathan, let go of me!”

However, he ignored her. Instead, his lips kissed down her neck bit by bit, and his fingers gently unbuttoned her hospital gown.

“No…” She shouted and struggled vigorously. However, no matter how hard she fought, it was futile.

Her face reddened, and her skin erupted in goosebumps as the cold air hit her after her hospital gown was pulled off. “Let go of me!”

Rosalie was anxious and angry.

On the other hand, Jonathan was calm and relaxed. His long fingers pressed her wrist as he said with a smile, “Rosie, you can shout louder. There are bodyguards, nurses, and doctors on duty outside.

They should be able to hear your yell, but…”

He paused and stared intently at her. “I can guarantee no one will come in to save you.”

Rosalie’s body stiffened. She knew he was telling the truth. Even if she were to shout at the top of her lungs tonight, no one would dare to enter the ward.

It was because of this man… Jonathan Youngblood.

She was silent while he lowered his body and kissed her chin… neck… before finally placing pecks on her exquisite collarbone.

“Stay by my side. Didn’t you say I matter to you, and you matter to me? Now that I’m giving you the opportunity, why don’t 10:07 you want it?” he muttered.

Rosalie only felt as though her heart had been stung That was what she had said before, but now, these words sounded like a profound irony.

“Because you’re not Jon,” she replied. That man wasn’t the homeless man she had thought had suffered the same fate as her. Instead, he was Jonathan Youngblood, the ruler of Strico.

He paused and propped himself up slightly. He stared at her and said, “I am. I can act like before if you want.”

She smiled bitterly. “Even if you dress up like that again, you’re still not Jon.”

Her Jon was gone. It was her illusion from the beginning.

Jonathan pursed his lips as his beautiful eyes grew slightly colder. After a prolonged silence, he said, “Do you hate my true identity that much, Rosie? But have you ever thought that because of my identity.

I’m the only one in Strico who can get you to the top and help you escape your current fate? Who dares to offend me for you?”

Jonathan stood up straight and glanced condescendingly at her before leaving the ward.

Rosalie sat up and rebuttoned her hospital gown. Then, she wrapped the blanket tightly around her trembling body.

Jonathan didn’t want to have sex with her just now. He conveyed that she could not resist him if he wanted her.

She couldn’t even refuse.

Carlos reported the results of his investigation to Jonathan. He said, “On that day, Lillian interacted with her family members, colleagues, and neighbors whom she frequently encounters. There’s only one exception, Zendaya,”

“Zachary’s sister?” Jonathan asked after pondering for a while.

“Yes. According to Lillian’s colleagues, Zendaya mentioned your name when she was arguing with Lillian,” Carlos added.

Jonathan sneered. “I didn’t expect Zendaya to be our mistake.”