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!

fiercely again. He was about to punish this woman when there

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

It was Nixon!

Her heart threatened to leap out of her throat. She did not even notice how Nixon addressed the man in the

she was found in a room

sensed her nervousness,

to the door. The weight

even have time to rejoice when she heard

light. She could

out again. "The banquet

speaking, Jonathan interrupted him. "A little something

He was making Rose even more

jumped out of her chest. She had to leave

once.

floor. All the rooms had windows, but they were blocked by

window was her only way out, so she dashed over

her intentions,

to grab her, but Rose was like a snake that slithered away

drew the curtains swiftly

regaining his composure, he wanted

had wieled the same sheddine & A His so the knew that

the son was of Ass, the

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how to Break Her

when the jarnold down, the hem of her dress caught ente

this outcome was much better than

room on the second floor. The windows were pitch black, and she still could

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