Female Novel
Chapter 469
Chapter 469
Jonathan was naked, with a bath towel around his waist. His hair was wet and some water wasdripping from it.
Seeing Rosalie in the room, Jonathan smiled and said, “Here you are.”
“Yeah.” Rosalie looked away uncomfortably.
“What’s wrong? Are you embarrassed?” Jonathan walked up to Rosalie. “Aren’t you going to help medry my hair? I remember the first time you took me to your rental room, you volunteered to dry my hairafter I took a shower.”
“You are too tall. It’s inconvenient for me to dry your hair. You should do it your…”
Before Rosalie could finish her words, Jonathan bent down and said, “Well, how about now?”
Rosalie was startled by the sudden proximity to Jonathan’s face. When Rosalie turned her head, shecouldn’t help but meet his eyes.
Jonathan’s eyes seemed to have some kind of magic, which made it hard for Rosalie to look away.
Then Jonathan put a dry towel into Rosalie’s hands and said, “I like you drying my hair.”
Rosalie held the towel stiffly, covered it on Jonathan’s head, and began to wipe his wet hair.
The towel blocked Jonathan’s gaze, which made Rosalie feel less pressured.
In fact, Rosalie also helped Jonathan dry his wet hair many times after she lived in the Youngbloodresidence.
Despite doing the same thing now, Rosalie was in a completely different mood.
After his hair was dried, Jonathan stroked the bangs on his forehead. “It seems that my hair has growna little bit. Why don’t you help me trim it?”
“Sorry, I don’t know how. You can get a professional hairdresser,” Rosalie subconsciously refused.
Jonathan smiled and said, “Aren’t you the one who hates lying most, Rosie? Didn’t you help me trimmy hair when we were at the rental home?”
Rosalie held her breath, thinking that Jonathan was going to make her repeat all the things she haddone back at the rental home.
At this moment, she regretted doing too much back in the rental house.
“But there are no tools here.” She could only find other excuses.
However, Rosalie was speechless when he asked the housekeeper to bring a complete set of tools forprofessional hairdressers.
She didn’t know how to use the many tools that were brought to her.
Therefore, she could only help him trim his hair with the most basic comb and ruler.
When her fingers ran through his slightly wet hair and the scissors began to trim it, she suddenly had astrange feeling.
It was as if she had gone back to the old days when she helped him dry his hair, and then he sat in achair obediently and let
her trim his hair.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that the scissors slipped from her hand and were about to pokeJonathan’s neck, but he managed to catch it with two fingers.
“What now? Are you trying to kill me, Rosie?” Jonathan looked at Rosalie in the mirror and asked.
“I-I’m sorry. I was distracted just now,” said she..
“Really?” Jonathan murmured. The scissors had fallen into his hands in an instant.
He looked down at the scissors in his hand with a cold look on his face. He actually had the urge togive his life to her even if she really wanted to kill him at that moment earlier.
He thought, “How could this happen?”
He never intended to give his life to any woman. He thought that only he himself could decide whetherto live or die. He thought, “Wasn’t this what I was afraid of when I broke up with her? But why do I stillhave such an idea after breaking up. with her?”
“Jonathan, I really didn’t want to kill you.” His silence made her misunderstand. “Even if I broke up withyou, it was sad and painful at the beginning, but all this has passed. I won’t kill anyone because of abreakup.”
He frowned unconsciously. She was explaining, but when he heard her say “All this has passed”, hefelt an ache in his heart, which made him uncomfortable.
“Have
you never thought about killing me?” He turned his head and looked at her.
“Yeah,” she replied.
“So, you don’t want me to die?” he continued to ask, looking directly at her eyes as if he wanted to seethrough her completely.
His question sounded ambiguous. “-I don’t want you to die,” she said. Even if she broke up with him,she didn’t want him to die or anything like that. What she wanted was just for both of them to part waysamicably.
But now, it seemed that even this was difficult to achieve.
“So, you won’t let me die, right?” His voice was like clouds in the sky, which made people feel a littletranced.
Rosalie thought, “How could I let Jonathan die?” She only felt that Jonathan was telling a joke. He wasJonathan from Strico, with considerable wealth in his hands. She didn’t think that she, a legal assistant,could kill him.
“It’s not a matter of whether I will or won’t,” said she.
“Just tell me, will you or will you not?” He insisted on getting an answer.
Under his gaze, she only felt her heartbeat racing as she replied almost subconsciously, “I won’t.”
He smiled slightly, and then his smile slowly widened. Even his eyes seemed to be crinkled by thatsmile.
“Remember what you said.” As he spoke, he handed the scissors back to her. “All right, now continuetrimming my hair.”novelbin
After his hair was trimmed, Rosalie felt that her hands were stiff and even her stomach grumbled withhunger.
She had dinner in the Youngblood residence, which was no different from before. Sometimes she evenhad an illusion as if she hadn’t broken up with him.
She thought she could go back after dinner, but he made her stay in the study.
At this moment, Jonathan was holding a video conference with the senior management of the group infront of the huge desk in the study, while Rosalie was sitting at the small desk and looking through thecase file in her hand.
He had bought this small desk and put it in the study when she wanted to review the legal provisionsand cases back then. Rosalie couldn’t understand why Jonathan made her stay in the study when hehad something important to do now. But when she asked him earlier, he said, “It’s nice to have you nextto me when I’m working. I’ll feel a lot happier.”