Nolan’s POV.My arm suddenly felt weak, and Rosalynn withdrew her hand from mine. I stood frozen, observing her tear-streaked face, her eyes a bit hazy yet filled with anticipation for my response. A discomfort stirred within me, as if it squeezed my heart tighter than any bullet wound ever could.She just asked whether I loved her.And I hesitated. Thinking of Christine, who had left not long ago, I hesitated to give a definitive answer. Not about my feelings for Christine, but everything had veered off its initial trajectory when I began to feel drawn to Rosalynn and puzzled about what to do next.I could never forget Christine, believing that such a remarkable woman should be etched forever in my heart. If loving someone else saddened her, I would become a villain, ungrateful.The scars on my body seemed insignificant because I had endured worse. Recalling years ago, when I fled with a bloodied body from Richard's pursuit, Christine risked everything to save my life. I am alive tod
Rosalynn’s POV."Don't go, please."Despite my thousand attempts to persuade Nolan and worry for his wound, his coat slipped from my grasp, and I stood still watching him vanish from this room.The rumble of the engine echoed up to the second floor of the mansion, and I chuckled mockingly as tears fell involuntarily. I knew I was being selfish, but his disregard for himself, rushing to her side immediately, pained me. It was as if he was reminding me that Christine always came first.Descending to the living room and facing Anne, I embraced her, gently patting her back to reassure her, "It's okay, he'll be fine. I called Alex and requested his car's location. Alex will come to help him soon.""Are you okay, Rosa?" Anne took my hand, concerned."Of course, I'm fine." I tilted my head, smiling calmly and shrugged, then led her to my piano, "I've been composing a new song lately, would you like to hear it?""Absolutely. I love listening to your piano. Although I don't understand music, I
Rosalynn’s POV.As soon as I stepped out of the toilet, I was startled when I bumped into Liam standing outside. He hurriedly approached me and touched my forehead."Are you okay? You look pale. Let me take you to the hospital," he said, pulling me along with concern.Instinctively, I dodged him and pushed his hand away, then proceeded forward, "I'm fine, Liam. I must have eaten something not very clean recently, so my stomach feels uncomfortable. There's really no issue," I assured him."Wait, Rosa. We haven't finished talking yet."We returned to our table, and I hastily grabbed my bag, "Sorry, Liam. I'll see you later at the piano class. I have an urgent matter to attend to, so I'll head home now.""Do you need a ride?" Liam leaned on the table, exhaling in frustration. Then he grabbed his coat and car keys to prepare to leave.I shook my head, "Thanks for the meal. See you later.""Take care on the way. Text me when you get home." Liam's voice trailed behind me as I hurried away,
Rosalynn’s POV.“Let go of her! Step away immediately.” Katherine forcefully yanked Christine's hand from my blouse and shoved her away.Tears streamed down Christine's face, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The chaotic scene quickly drew the attention of many onlookers, who pointed and murmured disapprovingly at Katherine and me.I hesitated to help her up, but she persisted in shaking her head. "No, Rosalynn. I implore you, please, just let us be?”“What are you saying? Can't we calmly resolve this? We're in a hospital, your disruption affects many others.” I furrowed my brow and pulled her up. “Stand up!”Once Christine was on her feet, she clung tightly to my arm, refusing to let us leave. Reflecting on our first meeting, her demeanor was confident and somewhat arrogant, a far cry from her current state of distress. And furthermore, she was in a hospital... Could Nolan be here too?“Let’s find somewhere else to talk,” I gently untangled her fingers from mine and calmly sugge
Rosalynn’s POV."What? Music plagiarism?""This round requires performing a self-composed piece. Did she lack ideas so much that she dared to take this risk? I was really looking forward to this contestant.""With this level, she still dares to perform? Why not just withdraw voluntarily! It's disrespectful to the artistry, especially in front of such esteemed piano masters.""She's really lost her sense of respect for the piano world. We paid to come here to enjoy music and expect new melodies, not to encounter individuals who don't respect the art like her!"As time went on, the criticisms became more harsh as the hall buzzed like a disturbed beehive. I felt a bit panicked by this unexpected turn of events and instinctively raised my hand to shield my eyes from the glaring lights.What were they talking about? I didn't understand at all. How could my self-composed piece, which Liam had approved, coincide with someone else's composition? Seeing the MC approaching, I took a deep breath
Nolan’s POV.The feeble punches raining down on my chest didn’t actually hurt at all, but seeing Rosalynn both scold me and cry, I couldn’t bear to watch her tears fall.Gripping her wrists tightly, I sternly said, "Calm down, Rosalynn!"The room fell into silence for a moment as it was just the two of us here."Give me that stack of pictures, I know what I have to do." She struggled to break free from me, and I reluctantly let go, fearing that such agitated actions would harm the baby in her womb.Before I could continue, my petite woman erupted in a fit of anger, glaring at me. "While I'm unfairly accused and criticized by many, you still want to conceal everything and protect her?""I need to clarify this with Christine before making any rash decisions. If she's truly wrong, I'll make her apologize to you."She grasped my arm and raised her voice to ask, "Is an apology enough? You still want to give her time while the evidence against her is so clear. Nolan Kingston, you always yiel
Nolan’s POV."Fortunately, the baby is unharmed. The first three months of pregnancy require extreme caution, and the mother's state of mind is crucial. Let's not expose her to any more mental shocks. This could adversely affect the baby's development."After arriving at the hospital, I entered the doctor's office to discuss Rosalynn's condition. As soon as he finished speaking, I paused for a moment, then asked further."She's nauseous at every meal and can hardly eat anything... Plus, she's very prone to tears. Will this affect her health?"Despite being pregnant, Rosalynn seemed to be getting thinner by the day, despite Anne's diligent care."This is just morning sickness, nothing too dangerous. Try adjusting her diet to suit her, but most importantly, ensure her mental well-being."Behind me, the door clicked shut, but I didn't turn back. I listened attentively and memorized every word of the doctor's advice, then discussed her health further. Adjusting the watch on my wrist, I wai
Rosalynn’s POV.On that day, we ventured together to explore numerous tourist spots and streets in San Francisco. It was just the two of us, and Nolan was more than willing to drive me wherever I desired.Both of us were in sync, not mentioning a word about recent unpleasant events.As dusk fell upon the city, we stopped by an Asian restaurant for dinner.“Rosalynn? Babe? Is this dish not to your liking?”I was awakened by Nolan's call and glanced down at my bowl of Vietnamese Pho. Before I could respond, he handed me the menu, intending to call the waiter to change the dish.“No, Pho is delicious. It has a refreshing flavor, and the broth is pleasantly sweet. I don't feel nauseous at all.” I grabbed his arm to stop him and placed the menu aside.The restaurant was designed with an open space concept, and we were seated near the balcony, able to enjoy the bustling streets illuminated by warm yellow lights. Gentle breezes carried the scent of the sea, making me feel incredibly content.
One year later.In London.“Hailey, Ryan, stop running around!”“It’s raining. Hurry up and get inside!”I sipped on my hot tea and watched Marie trying to keep the two kids in line. As I saw the rain splashing against the clear glass window, I thought about getting up to fetch an umbrella for them, but Nolan stopped me.“Just relax, I already gave them one. Hailey will come inside soon—she hates getting wet in the rain.” He set a plate of pastries in front of me and sat down beside me.Then, he rested his head against my large, round belly and playfully asked, “Son, have you been making mommy tired today?”That’s right, I was nine months pregnant, and the little one inside me was a boy. Every night, I eagerly awaited his arrival, imagining his face and thinking he would probably look just like his dad, Nolan. The doctor said my due date was approaching soon, so I had to be careful with every move I made.I ran my fingers through Nolan’s soft, short hair, teasingly saying, “I think yo
Rosalynn’s POV.A musty smell enveloped me as I slowly opened my eyes, realizing I was tied up. My heart skipped a beat when I remembered my daughter.Just then, something soft brushed against me. I looked down and saw Hailey lying next to me, fast asleep. Relief washed over me, but my head still throbbed, likely from the lingering effects of the sedative.I sat up and scanned the room. It was clear—we’d been kidnapped.But who would dare pull this off so close to Nolan’s estate? And how did they slip past Alex’s guard?“You’re awake, huh?” A woman’s voice echoed through the room as the door to this dingy warehouse creaked open.Being a pianist, I was more sensitive to sounds than most, and my memory of voices was sharp. I recognized her immediately without needing to look, “Christine Watson. You should be locked up in the police station awaiting trial. How did you escape?”Christine let out a loud, deranged laugh, “If I told you Nolan had mercy on me and didn’t hand me over to the po
At the Watson family mansion.Nolan's POV.“What the hell are you doing? Let my father go. Do you have an arrest warrant, or are you just barging into our home?”As I stepped into the Watson family's grand hall, Christine’s screams echoed loudly. She showed her sharp and aggressive side in front of the officers arresting Kyle. That sweet, gentle expression of hers, it seemed, only ever appeared when she was with me.The moment she saw me, Christine’s eyes lit up as if she had found a savior. She rushed over to me and pleaded, “Nolan, please! There must be some mistake. Tell them to release my father.”I pulled my hand away, not hiding the annoyance on my face, “Enough, Christine.”“What?” She froze, looking at me with confusion in her eyes, “What do you mean?”The officer beside me presented the arrest warrant and said firmly, “Mr. Kyle Watson is suspected of orchestrating the fire at the Kingston mansion 27 years ago. And Miss Christine Watson, you are believed to be an accomplice fo
Rosalynn's POV.Early afternoon on Saturday, I impatiently sat in the living room of Nolan's mansion and waited for the team to decrypt the USB I had just found. Looking at the clock as the minutes ticked by, I kept walking back and forth so continuously that Hailey got dizzy and she frowned at me.“Rosa, can you stop walking? You're influencing me to study!” She pouted at me, holding a crayon on her hip, looking very adorable.Today I braided Hailey's hair into pigtails. Every time she bent down to study, the ends of her hair will wiggle with each movement of her pen.I sat down and hugged Hailey and kissed her head affectionately, “I'm sorry, sweetie. So now I'll sit quietly and watch you study, is that okay?"Hailey nodded and then held up the painting she had just completed for me to see with bright eyes. It seems that since childhood, she has loved painting. She is very sensitive to mixing colors, more interested in pictures than numbers. One day when I went to school to pick her
Rosalynn's POV.Mark seemed scared by Nolan's appearance as his face turned pale and all of his aggressive appearance was gone. He glared at his wife and then grabbed his suitcase to leave the house, but Nolan's large body was blocking the door.He didn't dare to speak to Nolan, so he turned and walked back to his room, then slammed the door hard.Mark's wife, her name was Rachael, immediately collapsed to the floor and covered her face, crying helplessly. I moved closer to comfort her, and at the same time, Riley's room door also opened.The little girl, her face filled with tears, ran out and hugged me and her mother. Perhaps I always deeply sympathize with Riley because her eyes are exactly the same as when I was adopted by the Carter family. Every day there would often be thugs coming to collect debt, they would destroy things and my adoptive parents would have to kneel down to beg them. I once desperately begged everyone to spare our family, but at that time I did not understand
Rosalynn's POV.In the middle of the large living room, I sat next to Anne and leaned my head on her shoulder like we were once so close. My eyes looked toward the closed piano box, and a ray of pain gently passed through my heart, making the bridge of my nose sting.Anne patted my shoulder and her warm voice rang out, “Mr. Nolan always cleaned this piano himself without anyone touching it, not even Hailey.”“I know that. A few days ago, Hailey revealed it to me.” I chuckled and sat up straight, holding Anne's hand tightly.When she looked at my face again, tears welled up in her eyes and she pursed her lips to control her choking, “Luckily you're alive and well, Rosa. Where have you been lately? It is said that you have found your family, they are very rich and also love you. I was very worried when I heard you left with nothing."I felt the back of Anne's hand. Because of regular housework, combined with her growing age, her skin has shown signs of aging. Listening to her ask a seri
Rosalynn's POV.I clearly understood what Nolan was about to say, as well as being fully aware of the meaning of today's dinner with our little daughter. But making this sudden decision was very difficult for me.When I saw Mark and the man with freckles on his face walking out of the restaurant together, the first thought that popped into my head was to chase them. They were the most important clues in this case that I was quietly working on, and it seemed like my intuition was right.When I arrived at the parking lot, I hid behind a car parked closest to them and kept quiet about their next movements.“Sir, when will I receive the money you said? We are gradually transferring our convenience store. Before the next term starts, I have to transfer my daughter's school. So please hurry up a bit..." The other Mark's voice was filled with flattery.Right after that, another male voice rang out, that of the man with freckles, "Wait a minute. I will arrange your accommodation when you go t
Nolan's POV.The strong scent of perfume entered my nostrils, making me frown in discomfort. Immediately after, I grabbed Christine's arms and pushed her body, “What the hell are you doing?” I huffed.She was crying with tears streaming down her eyes and her eyes were completely red, but I had been feeling this annoying for a long time.Christine tried to grab my arm even though I pushed her out of the room, “Nolan, do you know what you're doing? We made an appointment last night, but you went to sleep with another woman. She finally…”While scolding me, she pointed at Rosalynn who was sitting up on the bed. Only when her eyes clearly saw Rosalynn did she shut her mouth and her expression revealed an unacceptable look.“That bitch Rosalynn!” She stomped her feet and tried to rush towards the bed, but I quickly grabbed her.Not only was she trembling, but even I felt confused when I saw Christine's presence here. I knew what I was afraid of, what Rosalynn would think about Christine's
[WARNING R-18] THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS.Rosalynn’s POV.After over ten minutes of struggling, I finally managed to get this large man into the elevator. I knew Nolan had a presidential suite on the top floor of the JW Kingston hotel; I just needed him to give me the password to get inside.As we exited the elevator, he started kissing along the side of my face and held me tightly. His hot breath on my skin made me feel flushed.“Nolan, stop messing around.” I pushed his head away after he nibbled on my earlobe.Reaching Nolan's room, I shook him gently and asked, "Hey, what's the room password?"This damned man didn’t answer my question. Instead, he leaned down to bite my lower lip, attempting to kiss me again. Earlier, I had barely managed to push him away to catch my breath, but the drug was taking stronger effect as he clung to my waist.“Damn it!” I lightly tapped his head as he hugged me from behind. Glancing at his face resting on my s