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    Rosalie wasn''t sure if Justin had been truthful, but regardless, it was clear he didn''t want to give her his number. She didn''t push him for it, understanding that his unique circumstances likely warranted caution on his part.


    By eleven o''clock, Rosalie was growing anxious. She couldn''t shake the feeling that something might have happened to him. However, without knowing where Justin was or having a way to contact him, she felt helpless.


    Just then, her phone rang.


    Upon answering, Rosalie heard Justin''s voice on the other end. "Rose, it''s me."


    "Justin, where are you? Why didn''t youe to see me? Are you okay?" she asked, worried something might have happened to him.


    Justin chuckled softly. "Sorry, something came up today, and I got held up. I have a lot to deal with, so I probably won''t be able to see you for the next few days."


    "Oh, I see. I was worried something had happened to you. You scared me," Rosalie said.


    "I''m fine. Don''t worry about me. I''ll take care of myself. I''m sorry I broke my promise."


    "It''s okay," Rosalie replied. "Go handle your business."


    "When I''m done, I''ll take you to see some houses," Justin assured her.


    "Alright," Rosalie responded softly. "No rush."


    After the call ended, Rosalie exhaled a sigh of relief. Looking down at Steve in her arms, she said, "Good thing Justin is okay. He really scared me." Still, a lingering unease gnawed at her.


    Meanwhile, Justin ended the call and sat on the floor, pressing his hand against the blood-soaked wounds on his body. Using rudimentary tools, he painfully extracted the bullets from his injuries, then wrapped them with bandages. Sweat poured down his face as he worked.


    He still didn''t know who the assant was, but one thing was clear-that man was a threat to Rosalie.


    If the day came when he had to leave Blencalgo, he would make sure to eliminate that individual first, ensuring Rosalie''s safety. Since Rosalie couldn''t meet Justin that day, she decided to go house-hunting on her own. She couldn''t stay in the hotel forever. Just as she was about to head out, her phone buzzed with a notification.


    Rosalie picked up the phone and saw a message from Yerick.


    [How have you beentely, Rose?]


    Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rosalie replied, [I''m doing well. I''m back in the country now.]


    [You''re back? That''s great! Let''s meet up and grab a meal together.]


    [Sure. When are you free?]


    [I''m free today. Right now, even.]


    [I''m nning to check out some houses after lunch. How about we meet after that?]


    [You''re house-hunting? Let me go with you.]


    [It''s okay. I can go by myself.]


    [I''ll go with you. It''s not safe for a girl to look at houses alone. What if you run into some creep?]


    [I''m not a girl anymore.]


    [Rose, you''ll always be a girl-cute and beautiful.]


    Rosalie couldn''t help butugh softly. [Fine. Should Ie to you, or will youe to me? Let''s have lunch first.]


    [I''lle to you now. Where are you?]


    Rosalie sent him her location. Half


    an hourter, Yerick arrived, and the two of them went to a restaurant for lunch. In the afternoon, he


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    apanied her to look at houses.


    Yerick was meticulous, focusing on theyout and security of each property. It was as if he had thought of everything.


    The real estate agent kept wiping their brow, clearly flustered by Yerick''s expertise, which thwarted any attempt at exaggeration or deception.


    After an entire afternoon of house-hunting, Rosalie found a suitable apartment. It was a high-end unit at a great location, with elegant décor and excellent security.


    Money wasn''t a concern for her, so she paid three months'' rent upfront and secured the apartment.


    She recalled that thest time she rented a ce, she hadn''t stayed long, and her deposit wasn''t refunded. She wondered how long she would live in this one.


    Yerick helped Rosalie move her


    belongings from the hotel to the new


    apartment. He busied himself.


    cleaning the ce and organizing


    her things, working tirelessly until


    night fell.


    "Yerick," Rosalie said, handing him a bottle of water, "thank you. You must be exhausted."


    "I''m not tired," Yerick replied. But as he took the bottle, he drank it down inrge gulps.


    "Look at you, sweating so much,"


    Rosalie said. "Go take a shower.


    Leave your clothes with me; I''ll wash


    and dry them for you. They''ll be ready to wear again in no time." N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    "Alright, Rose. I''ll go wash up now," Yerick said as he headed for the bathroom.


    After undressing, he handed his clothes to Rosalie through the door.


    Rosalie washed his clothes in the machine, dried them, and returned them to him just as he finished his shower. Freshly dressed in clean clothes, he looked rejuvenated.