Chapter 13 Be My Woman

Chapter 13 Be My Woman

Over in the room on the second floor, Jonathan had already let go of Rose's shoulder.

Under the cover of darkness, his sharp gaze was fixed on her.

Based on the information Zac gave him last night, Celeste died in a traffic accident ten years ago. It was classified as an accident.

Jonathan wondered if there had been another reason behind Celeste's death.

Did Rose come to see him to find out more about her mother's death? Was it not for Nixon's sake?

The long silence made Rose anxious.

"As long as you tell me the truth behind that accident, I'll do anything you ask of me."

Jonathan's gaze darkened as he questioned, "So, you'd even agree if I ask you to be my woman?"

Rose froze. She suddenly recalled her new husband's handsome face.

Jonathan saw her reaction. His expression, which had improved a little earlier, soured again.

His voice was flecked with traces of jealousy as he said, "What's the matter? You can't bear to part with your fiancé?"

Rose was taken aback.

Nixon? He was not worth it!

Rose felt a little panicky when she realized she could not dismiss the face of her husband from her mind. But Jonathan thought her reaction meant that she was feeling guilty. As expected, she truly did not wish to let go of Nixon!

The fury that had simmered down just now began burning fiercely again. He was about to punish this woman when there was a

out, 'Uncle Jonathan, did you have.

It was Nixon!

her senses. Her heart threatened to leap out of her

she was found in a room with

her nervousness, his expression

up to the

to rejoice when she heard the door opening. A ray

stood against the light. She could not see

out again.

interrupted him. "A little something

Rose even more nervous on

jumped out of her chest. She had to leave

once.

the rooms had windows,

so she dashed over to it without

intentions, Jonathan's expression

instinct, he marched over to grab her, but Rose was like a snake

drew the curtains swiftly

heart tightened. After regaining his composure, he wanted

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she was fine. But when the jarnold down, the hem of her dress caught ente something and

sad about the dress, but this outcome was much better than being

on the second floor. The windows were

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