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!

burning fiercely again. He was about to punish this woman

and respectful voice called out, 'Uncle Jonathan, did you have.

It was Nixon!

to her senses. Her heart threatened to leap out of her throat. She did not even notice how

head was telling her that if she was found in a room with another

sensed her nervousness,

from Rose and walked up to the door. The weight was lifted off

not even have time to rejoice when she heard the door opening. A ray of

stood against the light. She could not see his

out again. "The banquet is

interrupted him. "A little something came into my

making Rose even more nervous on

heart almost jumped out of her chest. She had to leave

once.

had

her only way out, so she dashed over to it without

intentions,

Rose was

the curtains

regaining his composure, he

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she was fine. But when the jarnold down, the hem of her dress

a little sad about the dress, but this outcome was

The windows were

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