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With Miles and Harriette watching from outside, Rose couldn't believe Jonathan's audacity. Her face flushed red, her heart started pounding wildly in her chest, and she momentarily forgot any form of resistance until Jonathan suddenly stopped. "There. All done," he murmured.

Rose blinked in confusion before realizing he had fastened her seatbelt. An awkward silence descended upon them.

Her mind buzzed, and she didn't dare look at anyone, but she caught Jonathan's teasing smile out of the corner of her eye. It seemed to say, "What were you thinking? I was just fastening your seatbelt!"

Rose's face turned an even deeper shade of red. As the car pulled away, she rolled down the window, letting the breeze cool her heated face.

Outside the Young Estate, Miles frowned slightly. He had long accepted the reality of Jonathan and Rose's relationship and had come to terms with his place in their lives.

However, Harriette had always been fond of Jonathan, a fact he was keenly aware of. Over the years, Harriette had repeatedly declared her intention to marry Jonathan and become his wife.

Even during her absence, Miles had subconsciously regarded Jonathan as hers, rejecting the idea of him having feelings for any other woman.

Now that Harriette had returned, Jonathan was already with Rose. This would undoubtedly be a blow to Harriette.

"Etta..." Miles cautiously began.

However, as soon as he uttered her name, Harriette looked at him. "Miles, Jonathan and Rosie... Last night, when Jonathan mentioned a designer, he meant Rosie, didn't he?"

Miles hesitated, searching Harriette's expression as he tried to gauge her emotions. He noticed the slight frown on her face and assumed she was heartbroken.

Nonetheless, the reality was undeniable-Jonathan and Rose were in love. He knew he had to encourage Harriette to accept it.

"Yes, Etta," Miles began gently. "You've been gone for a long time. It's only natural that Jonathan has found someone he cares for. Rose is a wonderful woman, and they're good for each other..."

His stance was clear, and Harriette understood what was being conveyed. Even though she and Jonathan were once childhood sweethearts, and she had loved him deeply, Miles was now supportive of Rose. He wouldn't simply back Harriette because of her feelings for Jonathan.

Despite a flicker of displeasure stirring within her, she knew better than to let it show. Instead, she needed to demonstrate grace and empathy, and perhaps even offer her blessings.

Summoning a warm smile, Harriette said, "I understand, Miles. The past is in the past. Even though Jonathan once vowed to love only me, I realize that those promises were made in the heat of the moment and don't really count."

Miles was visibly surprised. "You truly believe that?"

"Of course," Harriette replied with a casual smile. "Besides, we're talking about Rosie.

"When I first laid eyes on her, I felt a connection. At first, I thought it was her eyes, but later, I realized it was something more. There's a special bond between us, and I intend to cherish it, Miles."

Her words left Miles both moved and relieved. He reached out to affectionately pat her head. "Etta, you're still as kind and thoughtful as when we were kids."

However, the moment he touched her hair, his hand stiffened. An image of Rose flickered through his mind, prompting him to draw back his hand swiftly. "Don't worry, Etta," Miles reassured her. "One day, you'll find a man just as exceptional to be your husband."RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

"An equally exceptional man? Who in all of Regalia could possibly match Jonathan?" Harriette mused.

Looking up at Miles, she playfully clung to his arm, her tone light and teasing. "As long as I can stay by your side, that's enough for me, Miles!"

Harriette knew that Miles would be her strongest ally this time, so she had to secure his support.

Her mind drifted to Lizzie's words. "Miles' feelings for Harriette may run deeper than mere sibling affection."

"Deeper than sibling affection, huh?"

she repeated in her mind. A subtle smile formed at the corners of her lips. She knew that if she played the role of "Harriette" well enough, she could keep Miles under her

influence.

Resting her head against Miles' arm, she failed to notice the brief stiffening of his expression. Yet, it only lasted for a moment before Miles' face softened into a look of contentment. With Harriette back and Rose close by, Miles seemed to have everything he could possibly desire.

In the luxury car, Jonathan expected Rose to bring up Kelly once again, but to his surprise, she remained silent until they arrived at the hospital.

...

Just as Rose made to exit the

vehicle, he couldn't hold back any

longer. "Wifey, ver intended

things to unfold as they did with Kelly. I only intended to detain her until you resolved matters with your grandfather. I planned to hand over to you, but then the accident happened..."

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Neither of them could have foreseen the tragic event that had claimed Kelly's life.

Rose frowned. Her thoughts had been in turmoil the entire night. She didn't want to believe Kelly was

dead, but deep down, she knew

was just her unwillingness to accept

such a convenient ending forKelly.

Yet, as she reflected further, she realized that in death, Kelly would inevitably face Oliver and atone for her transgressions in his presence. So, Rose didn't want to dwell on Kelly any longer. "Thank you," she said, turning to Jonathan. She knew how much he had done for her, even in ways she couldn't see.

Ever since arriving in Regalia and discovering his true identity, Rose had carefully maintained a certain distance from Jonathan-near enough to keep him intrigued, yet far enough to elude his grasp. However, as she expressed her gratitude at that moment, Jonathan caught a fleeting glimpse of the intimacy they had once shared.

"Wifey, you don't ever need to thank me," he murmured. "For you, I would lay down my life if—"

"Jonathan!" Rose cut him off, her voice rising sharply as she stared at him with a serious expression. "Don't say things like that. I don't want your life!"

For some reason, his declaration had caused her heart to seize with a sudden feeling of unease. Leaving that warning hanging in the air, Rose stepped out of the car.

Meanwhile, Jonathan remained seated, still reeling from the intensity of her reaction. Rose's sharp tone echoed in his mind, but a smile soon graced his face. "She cares for me!" he mused as he chuckled with satisfaction.

Seeing that Rose had already made her way to the hospital's entrance, Jonathan swiftly exited the vehicle and followed suit.

Upon reaching Yvonne's ward, Rose found it unoccupied. After inquiring with the medical staff, she learned that Yvonne was in the rehabilitation area.

"Evan must have taken her there," Rose deduced. She hurried over but was surprised to see two unexpected people there as well.

"Rosie..." Clover's face brightened with a charming smile upon spotting Rose, exuding an inviting warmth that instantly put her at ease.

"Clo, are you here... to see Yvonne?" Rose asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. Considering that Clover and Yvonne had no significant connection, there was no reason why he would visit the hospital.

To her further astonishment, Emily was assisting Yvonne with her rehabilitation at that moment. The two were immersed in an engaging discussion about dance. The scene appeared harmonious. However, Clover's expression abruptly changed.