Chapter 442 He Wasn't Looking at Rose


Either? Jack saw through her but didn't expose her.

Their conversation was audible through the slit of the door, and Rose, standing just outside, kept repeating these words-I slept with him in her head.

Did Jonathan and Yara... Miles' words about the two leaving the hotel resurfaced in her head, and things started to make sense.

It felt like her heart was being clenched tightly, suffocating her. Before she could calm herself down, she distinctly heard a voice.

"Who said I was going for Rose?" Jack lit his cigarette and blew out the smoke.

Yara was shocked. "But that night at the club in the surveillance room, you were looking at..." She was sure Jack was staring at Rose. Then, she paused as if reminded of something. "You weren't looking at Rose!"

The surveillance footage appeared in her mind. That night, she was busy focusing on Rose and didn't notice that there was another woman with her!

"You..." She stared at Jack in disbelief.

Putting out the cigarette, Jack seemed indifferent. "She's the principal dancer of the Regalia Drama House. She caught my eye as soon as she got onto the stage."

He couldn't help but sigh upon recalling her figure on stage. He even fished out the necklace from his pocket and examined it fondly.

Yara's expression turned grim. She thought Jack was on her side. At that moment, she was relieved that she hadn't revealed what truly happened with Jonathan that night. Regardless, she was filled with bitterness and glared at Jack before leaving the room. The hallway was empty, and Yara walked away in her high heels.

Rose, who had hidden in another room, replayed the words she had heard... It was Jack who had harmed Yvonne!

her fists and soon concocted a plan to avenge Yvonne. Just as she was

smashed against her head. The next moment, a raging pain spread

some point, she awoke and felt a strong headache. When she

was pitch-black, but she could tell her wound was wrapped with a dress shirt. "Who treated me? And who

look for Jack. As soon as she moved, she heard a sound within the dark

of the sound, she turned on the torchlight from her phone and slowly made her way in that direction.

her steps and found the voice familiar. When she matched the voice to a person in her

voice belonged to someone other than the person she thought

regaining her composure,

was a darkroom, a space for developing films. In the corner of the room, a person curled up and

step forward, the voice sounded more terrified. "Stay away!

was visibly shaking, and she finally

spoke amidst

had always been charming and dazzling whether on TV or in person. Yet, at that moment, he seemed disheveled and unlike himself. He even tensed up

screamed, "Stay away! You're

at her. He held his head

him to his own devices? The two were acquainted

kind person. How could she leave him

to leave, she stared at Ezra in the corner and softened her tone. "Are you

he was lying through gritted

me. I can-" Rose acted cautiously for fear of overstimulating

don't need your help, Rose. Please, just go. Or else..." He didn't say more, but it was undeniable that he was holding

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