The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Chapter 771
Rosalie was wearing a red dress and sitting on a rocking chair on the terrace. The breeze blew by, bringing up her short shoulder-length hair.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, the dappled sunlight fell across her face through the tree branches, making her look calm and beautiful.
When the video started, she did not speak, just stared at the
camera.
She seemed to see her lover through the lens, which made her a little excited and a little confused.
After staring for a long time, she slowly raised the corners of her lips with a gentle and elegant smile.
“Amon.”
She called out his name in a trembling voice that she seemed to have a lot of reluctance.
When Amon saw her calling him, the tears he had been holding back suddenly rolled down his face.
Rosalie, his Rosalie, the Rosalie who disappeared from this world and would never return….

Rosalie, on the screen, had her eyes red after calling his name, but she kept smiling while looking at the camera.
“I don’t know if you can see this video. But I still want to explain it to you before I leave.”
“Amon, I agreed to mate Casare, not because I love him, but because if I don’t, he won’t help me save you.”
“The man you ran over with your car was Casare’s brother.”
“He’s an orthodox royal member. I’m worried that if you go to prison, you’ll never get out.”
“I know you hate Casare, but I didn’t know how to help you, so I had to ask him for help.”
“I’m sorry…”
When she said this, Rosalie fell weakly onto the rocking chair,
struggling for a while before finally catching her breath.
She looked at the camera with a pale face, and her red eyes were endlessly expressing her apologies to him.
“Amon, I’ve always wanted to visit you in prison, but the royal
pack did not let me in, I’m quite useless, right?”
When Amon saw Rosalie, thin and weak, snuggled in a recliner, her muscles shriveled to the point of no strength, his heart suddenly hurt to the point of suffocation and his tears could not be controlled and kept falling down.
“Rosalie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
On the screen, Rosalie seemed to sense Amon’s reaction and braced herself again, moving closer to the camera.
“Amon, Grace is really your daughter, the one I conceived before you went to prison.”
“I wanted to tell you on your birthday.”
“But that night, I was molested by Casare’s brother, and it made you want to kill him.”