Caden sat on the bed, his gaze locked onto me for what felt like an eternity. "Alright." At last, he let out a simple word. A quiet sigh of relief slipped from my lips as Caden finally relented. He pushed himself up from the bed and moved toward me with a resigned expression. I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw him silently enduring it. Gently, I reached out, my fingers brushing over his shoulder before I leaned against him. Tilting my head up, I met his eyes and murmured, "We have plenty of time. No need to rush, right?" Caden turned his head slightly, then pressed a soft kiss against my forehead. His voice was low but steady. "Mm. There'll be plenty of time for that later." Jasper's POV: I stepped out of Rosaline's house, my footsteps slow as I wandered under the dim glow of the streetlamp. I had a direct view of her living room window from here. I couldn't help but glance up. The bright light behind the glass was still on. Right now, she was probably with Caden. Perhaps the two of them still ... A bitter emotion burst through my heart. The thought alone sent a dull ache through my chest. I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away, but a self-deprecating smile curled on my lips. Still, the image wouldn't leave me. Rosaline might be snuggling in Caden's arms at this time, and the two of them were whispering sweet words meant only for each other. An invisible weight pressing against my heart, suffocating and relentless. My fingers curled into fists, and my nails biting into my palms. The sting anchored me back to reality. Somehow, out of nowhere, Wendy's voice echoed in my mind. "Let's work together. You help me get Caden, and Rosaline will be yours." "Rosaline will be yours ... Rosaline will be yours ... Rosaline will be yours ... " That statement kept repeating itself in my thoughts. Irritation clawed at my chest. After inhaling sharply, I raised a hand and smacked my face. Jasper, what the fuck were you thinking?!I refused to spare another glance at Rosaline's window. Pushing down the turmoil surging inside me, and hurriedly left. Rosaline's POV: Yura and I had been searching for any trace of Timothy for days now. I felt bad as I saw Yura's face become increasingly haggard. "Rosaline, where do you think Timothy has gone?" Her reddened eyes welled with fatigue. I sighed quietly in my heart and reassured her, "Yura, go get some rest first. Don't worry, I'll help you find Timothy." "Really?" She bit her lip. I nodded firmly and guided her toward the bed to let her have a good rest. "You need your strength if you want to keep searching for him." I watched Yura fall asleep before leaving, and as soon as I took a few steps, I received a call from a werewolf bodyguard. "Ms. Sinclair, we've found Timothy!" I was overjoyed. "Are you serious? Where is he?" "He's in Brooksdale." The bodyguard quickly relayed Timothy's exact location. "Um, um ... alright. I see. I'm heading over now!" I responded without hesitation, then immediately rushed back to the hotel where Yura was staying. I poked Yura's shoulder. "Yura, wake up! We found Timothy!" The second she heard his name, her eyes flew open, and she shot upright in bed. "Really? Where is he now?" "The werewolf bodyguard searching for Timothy said that someone spotted him on the outskirts of Brooksdale. Given his condition, he can't have gone far. Brooksdale isn't too far from here. If we leave now, we'll be there in an hour or two at most!" Yura instantly regained her energy. She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door. "Let's go! Hurry!" Yura's POV: Rosaline drove very fast. In less than an hour, we arrived in Brooksdale. The moment I spotted the werewolf bodyguard, I hurriedly asked, "Where is Timothy?"A middle-aged werewolf stood beside the bodyguard and spoke up. "I saw the man you're looking for once, while I was fishing in the outskirts. It's only about a 30-minute drive from here. Oh, there's also an artificial lake nearby. It's easy to find." The moment I finally got a clue about Timothy, a whirlwind of emotions surged through me. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Without realizing it, I grabbed Rosaline's hand and squeezed tightly. She gave my back a reassuring pat, then turned to ask the middle-aged werewolf for the exact location of the artificial lake, and drove straight there. The outskirts were quiet, almost deserted at this hour. The moment we stepped out of the car, we split up to search for any sign of Timothy. I walked up a small hillside. At the top of it stood a cabin, its exterior worn and weathered. It looked like a place no one would ever live in. However, I thought this cabin was a bit strange. So, I walked up to the door. My fingers were just about to push it open when a loud noise suddenly erupted from inside. It sounded like a metal basin clattering to the floor. There was someone inside! I shoved the cabin's door open without thinking twice, and the first thing I noticed was Timothy standing right there, equally stunned. His right leg was haphazardly bandaged, the gauze already yellowed. It seemed that the wound had not been properly treated for several days. Tears welled up in my eyes. In a heartbeat, I closed the distance between us, throwing my arms around him in a tight embrace. "Timothy ... I finally found you!"