The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 735

His words seemed to convey to Leonard his unwavering commitment to loving Rosalie.

Leonard gazed at his only grandson, then slowly closed his eyes, as if fatigued, and hoarsely murmured, “The man of the Youngblood family… If he loves a woman too intensely, it often leads to… a tragic end. If you persist in such obsession, in the future… I’m afraid you won’t meet… a favorable fate either…” The old man’s voice grew fainter and fainter until it ceased altogether, while the heartbeat line on the monitor next to him turned into a flat line.

Rosalie was shocked and realized that Leonard had passed away.

The end of a life had unfolded right before her eyes, and it filled her with a sense of unease. The man who had been Jonathan’s blood relative had left this world so abruptly; it all seemed somewhat surreal.

Jonathan held Rosalie’s hand, his grip gradually tightening. It wasn’t until a gasp escaped her lips that he abruptly let go of her hand.

“Did it hurt?” he asked anxiously, noticing her slightly red hand, a result of his firm grasp.

“It’s okay,” she assured him. “Your grandpa…

“Yeah, he’s gone,” he murmured.

While Jonathan’s expression remained stoic, not reflecting the grief that most. people would show in such a situation, Rosalie understood that he was indeed. affected.

After all, Leonard was his family, and following the death of Jonathan’s father, the old man had been the one constant presence in Jonathan’s life.

Jonathan turned away, lowering his gaze to look at the old man lying in the hospital bed, appearing as if he were peacefully asleep.

In contrast, Rosalie stood quietly beside Jonathan. This time it was she who held his hand firmly.

Leonard’s funeral was scheduled for three days later, and his body was

temporarily placed in a refrigerated casket in the Youngblood family’s memorial hall.

to enter

was a

had once lain. Now, it was his grandfather’s

had set aside all his responsibilities

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a day at the

each time, she found Jonathan standing there in black attire, gazing at the

to rest several times, but he always replied gently, “I know. I will take

bed alone at night, she couldn’t find the same peace she had when he was beside

that, subconsciously, she had grown accustomed to him sleeping next to her and seeing him the moment she opened

memorial hall?” Rosalie inquired of the

in the memorial hall with Mr. Leonard Youngblood,”

requested that the butler prepare some snacks and then proceeded to the memorial

memorial hall was brightly lit, and for these three days, the candles

light and shadows intertwined on his body, creating a subtle contrast. He was focused on the coffin, where Leonard lay, with

Rosalie called out to

rouse from his reverie, turning to look at her. “Didn’t I tell you not to

I came,” Rosalie replied as

January, and the weather had grown colder, yet the memorial hall lacked heating. Although it was indoors, the

at night, it

you stay here tonight?” she asked.

if you don’t attend, considering your advanced pregnancy. It would be inconvenient.” “I’m not near my due date, so it won’t be too inconvenient for me to attend Grandpa’s funeral,” Rosalie said. “I’ll go

slightly pursed his thin lips. “Grandpa didn’t treat you well. Why

your grandfather and family,” Rosalie replied. “So even if he