Suddenly, Vincent shot forward like a cheetah, moving with lightning speed.His movements were swift and agile. His punches and kicks rained down like a storm, precise and deadly.Before the group could react, half of them had already been knocked to the ground by Vincent.Gunfire and the sounds of fighting echoed through the air.Vincent's attacks were incredibly fierce, each strike filled with lethal precision, as if he were dancing with swords in the dark, the glint of blades flashing with deadly intent.His footwork was exceptionally nimble. He darted through the crowd like a phantom, easily avoiding their attacks. His sharp eyes seemed to cut through the darkness, exposing every weakness of his opponents.The scene descended into chaos. Rosalie attempted to escape, but no matter which direction she turned, she was blocked by the fighting men. She could only retreat, and in the end, she found herself back where she started.The scene was extremely dangerous, and one misstep c
Vincent's eyes flashed with sharpness as he flipped Rosalie to the ground, narrowly dodging the bullet.He quickly rose from the ground and rushed toward the shooter. He then kicked him to the ground and grabbed a gun.Bang, bang, bang!The sound of gunfire filled the air until the magazine was empty and all the attackers lay on the ground, silent.Vincent stood with the gun in hand, his tall figure swaying unsteadily. Blood churned inside him and continuously flowed out.Just as he was about to collapse, Rosalie rushed over and caught him in her arms.Her trembling hands pressed against the gunshot wound, but with the injuries on both his shoulder and back, she couldn't stop the bleeding. She was at a loss, unsure of what to do."Why worry? I won't die." A mocking smile appeared on Vincent's face. "Looks like you'll have to pay me double, or I'll have to kill you right now."Hearing his harsh words, Rosalie didn't get angry. She didn't care about what he said, only what he had
"Your car is over there. Take everything out of it and drive it into the river."Rosalie understood the severity of the situation. If she didn't do as he said, she might get dragged into this, and the police would eventually find out what happened here. This man was rather meticulous.Rosalie got out of the car.Her movements were swift. She took her phone and wallet from the car, then started the engine and put it into slow gear. Immediately after, she got out of the car.The car slowly rolled toward the river and eventually disappeared.By the river, there was a warning sign indicating that the water was deep and swimming was prohibited, with consequences at one's own risk.After completing all of this, Rosalie got back into the SUV, sat in the driver's seat, and fastened her seatbelt."Go straight for about 1.2 miles and then make a right," the man instructed."Got it." Rosalie glanced in the rearview mirror. The man was lying in the back seat, covered in blood. She was de
After much effort, Rosalie finally climbed off him. She was clutching her collar tightly, feeling somewhat at a loss.Vincent pointed to a room. "Go find yourself some clothes."Rosalie followed the direction of his finger and walked into the room. There was a large wardrobe inside. She opened it to find it filled with men's clothing, each piece far too large for her.She picked out a white shirt, then took off her clothes and slipped the shirt on. His shirt was enormous, making her look like she was a child in an adult's clothes.After changing, Rosalie returned to the couch in the living room.Vincent gave her a once-over, his gaze lingering on her for a long time. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, as if he were seeing another person through her.That girl had also worn his clothes.Rosalie looked down at the oversized shirt on her and said softly, "Thank you for the shirt."Vincent averted his gaze, a trace of sorrow passing through his eyes."How's your wound? You need
The man's breathing grew heavier and rougher.Rosalie summoned her courage to face his injury, watching as he used tweezers to pull a bullet from his chest and then toss it into a nearby dish. He tilted his head back and let out a long breath.Then, he used the tweezers to remove the shards from his wound. After that, he picked up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide to rinse his wound, but his hands were trembling.Rosalie took the hydrogen peroxide from him. "Let me handle it. I'll help you."Vincent let his hands fall to his side, not stopping her.Rosalie carefully rinsed his wound with hydrogen peroxide. As if afraid of causing him pain, she blew gently on his injury while cleaning it.Noticing her actions, a playful smile flickered in Vincent's eyes.After she finished rinsing his wound with hydrogen peroxide, she followed up with a saline solution to clean the residue. Next, she disinfected the area with iodine and bandaged the wound.There was still a bullet lodged in his shou
Rosalie struggled to help him onto the bed in the room and lay him down."Woman… What's your name?" he asked weakly, his breath faint."My name is Rosalie Young.""Rosalie...Young…" he repeated her name, his breathing growing weaker, and slowly closed his eyes.Seeing him fall asleep, Rosalie reached out to feel his forehead for temperature.She turned and noticed a bathroom in the room. She tiptoed over. After a while, Rosalie emerged with a basin filled with warm water and a towel.Rosalie wrung out the towel and gently wiped the blood off Vincent's body.He had many scars—some deep, some shallow, some long, and some short, along with a few resembling gunshot wounds.He must get hurt often. What exactly did he do? Was he involved with gangs as well? But he seemed different from typically ruthless characters.Rosalie washed the towel several times, the water in the basin turning red. She poured it out and replaced it with a fresh basin of water.Rosalie changed the water fou
After hanging up the phone, Rosalie examined the house.It was a two-story standalone building. From the outside, one couldn't see through the glass to the interior. However, from the inside, one could see the outside clearly.She knocked on the glass and realized it was different from ordinary glass. Sometimes, she saw houses in certain Melrinen neighborhoods that seemed unsafe because of all the glass; one could easily smash it to gain entry.Although private property was highly protected in Melrine and breaking in was a felony, there were always people who might take desperate risks. If someone wanted to break in, it would be quite easy.However, this house was different. It seemed to have specially designed glass that felt unique to the touch, yet it was transparent. This type of glass would likely resist even a hammer, and if she guessed correctly, bullets would struggle to penetrate it.The house, decorated in a minimalist style, was clean and tidy. Suddenly, she noticed two
The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the room's window and shone softly on Vincent's pale face.He awakened from his slumber, opening his eyes as his consciousness gradually became clear. Turning his head, he saw Rosalie sitting in a chair, her slender figure delicate and small.She was asleep, seemingly having stayed by his side and taking care of him the entire night. There was a faint blush on the tip of her nose, and she was enveloped in soft morning light.Vincent parted his lips, wanting to wake her, but his gaze was involuntarily fixed on her, and he swallowed the words he was about to say.Her long hair cascaded softly over her shoulders like feathers dancing in the air. The sunlight streamed through the window, caressing her smooth skin. She seemed to be draped in a layer of delicate golden silk, making her features appear even more tender and enchanting.Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she encountered confusion in her dreams. Sunlight filtered through her
Theodore wrapped all of them up in his long arms.Under the golden sunshine, the family of four was wrapped up in each other's embraces. Sunlight shone on them, encasing them in a warm, golden glow. Everything felt calm and peaceful. The children snuggled in their parents' arms, innocent smiles lighting up their faces. They could feel the warmth of the sunshine as they found the safest and warmest haven in the entire world in their arms.In the evening sun and gentle breeze, they finally found happiness in each other's embrace.-In the deep of the night, Rosalie had a dream.Both Justin and Grandma came to her in her dream.Grandma and Justin were playing cards, surrounded by beautiful birds and flowers. They seemed to be in heaven, having the time of their lives with a look of tender love in their eyes.Grandma was very happy that she had reconciled with Theodore.Justin told Rosalie, "Rose, I'm so happy to see you happy.""Justin, do you hate me?""Silly girl, why would
Theodore made Rosalie feel like love was possible once more, and gradually opened her up.Love was ever-changing with time and the experiences they went through.Rosalie missed Justin dearly, but she also learned to treasure the people around her and every present moment of happiness. She learned how to accept the past and treasure the present amidst all her relationships.Justin would be her one and only in her heart, but Theodore also found his place in her heart amidst the unique position Justin was in.This was how their affections and love for each other grew and changed with time.Justin was dead, and Rosalie couldn't keep living in the past. She would carefully preserve her love for Justin in a corner of her heart.She would spend the rest of her life loving Theodore and their children."Chelsea," Rosalie said as she pulled Chelsea over. "Your daddy loves you very much, but he didn't get to see you come into this world. But you must remember his name. He is Justin Lynch."
Theodore and Rosalie brought both children to Justin's tomb.Before they left, Rosalie said that she and Chelsea wanted to spend some time alone with Justin.Theodore brought Jake to the car to wait for them.Golden sunlight shone on the land, feeling warm and toasty and giving the earth a beautiful glow.Rosalie caressed the tombstone. "Justin, I'm sorry for not coming to visit for such a long time."The last time she came back was a few months ago, during which she snuck a peak at his tombstone.Rosalie pulled out a bone fragment. "That's because you're always by my side, which is why I think that I can bring you everywhere I go. You're not just here at this tombstone."Justin, Theo and I have reconciled. He did so much for me, even sacrificing his own life for me. I can't just stand idly by and do nothing about it. I can't bring myself to reject him ruthlessly again and again."You can say that I'm moved, or that I fell in love with him once more. He's just too good, and I c
Jake had so much fun today and was exhausted by the time he reached home. After his shower, he crawled into bed and fell right asleep without any coaxing whatsoever. Jake would sometimes sleep in the bedroom with Chelsea, and sometimes they slept separately.At night, when Rosalie went to Chelsea's room to tuck her in and tell her a bedtime story, she asked, "Chelsea, how was your day with Theodore?""Hmm, it was alright," Chelsea said. "But Mr. Spencer was so silly, he burnt the food. I only got to eat lunch very late.""Is that so?" Rosalie burst out laughing. "How silly of him indeed.""But Mr. Spencer is quite nice," Chelsea said. "I like him. He said that I can call him Daddy."Rosalie's eyes lit up. "Do you want to call him that?""I do," Chelsea said with a nod, "but I'll do that tomorrow."Chelsea yawned. She felt tired, too.Rosalie caressed her cheek. "Goodnight, my darling. Go to sleep."-Rosalie returned to her room, took a shower, and laid on the bed. Theodo
Their parent-child bonding efforts officially began the next day.Rosalie brought Jake to the theme park. In the beginning, Jake felt rather stiff and reserved. It was his first time alone with his mom, after all.As time went by, Rosalie's earnestness, concern, and gentle patience with him slowly opened him up.They sat on the carousel, drove the bumper cars, rode on the Viking ship, zoomed down slides, bounced on the trampolines, and sailed on mini-boats. They had a whale of a time.Jake was covered with sweat, but he was so happy, he didn't want the day to end.He had grown closer to his mom, so much so that he would jump into her arms, hugging her and asking for kisses.Rosalie did not hold back from expressing her love for him and even carried him on her back as they continued exploring the park.Jake was very obedient and came down very soon, for fear that Rosalie might get tired. They moved on to the next attraction hand-in-hand.Rosalie found out one thing from Jake, wh
Some time later, Rosalie realized that Jake was being rather sullen.Each time she asked him whether something was wrong, he would brush her away, claiming that he was fine before running off.It was a Saturday, and Rosalie didn't need to go to work. She was seated on the couch with a book when Chelsea ran over, her braids swaying behind her. "Mommy, can you give me a hug?"How could Rosalie say no to her adorable little daughter? She shut the book and said, "But of course. Come on over."Rosalie opened her arms, very willing to show Chelsea affection.Chelsea crawled up onto the couch happily, sitting on Rosalie's lap and diving into her embrace.Jake happened to see it all.Rosalie noticed Jake standing a short distance away and was about to say something to him when he ran off.The smile on Rosalie's face faded as a look of worry took over.At night, Rosalie put Chelsea under Theodore's care and went to Jake, wanting to speak to him alone."Jake, what's with you recently
A gentle breeze lifted the curtains slightly in the deep of the night.Rosalie laid in Theodore's embrace, panting slightly. Her cheek leaned against his chest, feeling his heart pounding heavily, and her cheeks flushed.She never expected this day to come between her and Theodore, yet everything happened in a flash. He went to bed with her just like that, bewitched and completely infatuated with her.Although they were once husband and wife and had been intimate countless times, this felt different from the last. Things felt more intense this time around."Rose, are you happy?"Although Theodore's liver had been doing well over the last three months of recuperation, he was still worried that his fitness level might be affected before his liver was fully recovered.Rosalie gave him a slight smile. "Of course, I am. You almost crushed me."Her face flushed the moment she spoke those words. She hugged Theodore tight, feeling safe and secure.She could sense that he was telling th
"Theo, have you had a woman over the past five years?" Rosalie asked very frankly.They weren't naive young men and women but mature adults with experience in this matter.Theodore was a red-blooded young man who had his needs. Suppressing his desires, which were absolutely normal, would only jeopardize his health.Theodore was getting angry. "Am I someone like that to you, going to bed with a woman I don't love just to satisfy my physical needs?""Aren't men all like that?" Rosalie said. She didn't mean it in a scornful way but simply highlighted it as a typical observation.Lonely men and women in the city were bound to seek companionship in some places and part ways after the night.Someone as powerful and influential as Theodore wouldn't even need to go searching for someone else. Women flocked toward him like bees to honey."Why can't I be an exception?" He was in no state whatsoever to find another woman over the past five years and would always deal with his sexual desire
Time flew by, and three months later, Rosalie was fully recovered and back at work.Her colleagues welcomed her back with a bash.Everything seemed to have returned to normal.To keep Jake company, Rosalie would go back to Theodore's house every day after work. She was practically living there.Rosalie and Jake's relationship had improved over time, and they were looking more and more like they were truly mother and son.Everything was going well.At night, the four of them sat around the dining table and chatted happily with each other.After dinner, Rosalie and Theodore sat in the living room chatting. She suddenly noticed a book on the table. It looked so familiar that it caught her eye.It was the book she had written. Over the past five years, not only was she busy learning and working, but she also managed to write the book she had conceptualized and even gotten it published. However, this book was only available in Briusian and not exported to Blencalgo.Rosalie's book