The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 4

As Loretta’s expression changed, Gordon had already slapped Rosalie hard on the cheek.

“What are you talking about? You ran someone down and were incarcerated. You’ve utterly embarrassed the family and already have no future. Do you want to ruin your sister’s future now as well?” Gordon bellowed.

His eyes were full of disgust toward this daughter of his. In the past, when their family got close to the Xanthos family, he had been exceedingly proud. However, now, that same pride had turned into endless share and humiliation!

Rosalie instantly felt a burning pain on her face. Yet, her gaze remained calm as if she did not care at all.

“Initially, I just came back to light candles for my mother, but it seems like there’s no need for me to do it here anymore. From today onward, I will never step foot in this place.”

After saying that, Rosalie turned around and left the place that she used to call home.

Apparently, there was no place for her in this “home” anymore.

When Rosalie returned to her rental home, the apartment was pitch-black, as the lights were off. After she switched on the lights, what welcomed her was dead silence.

In the room of around 108 square feet, it could be seen at a glance that no one else was in the house.

“Did Jon leave? So, it turns out that I’m still all alone, after all!” she mused as her heart suddenly felt empty.

Smiling bitterly, Rosalie was about to turn around and close the door when she saw a figure walking toward her slowly. At once, she froze.

“It’s Jon!” she exclaimed inwardly.

He was still wearing that worn outfit from the previous day, except he was now carrying a plastic bag. His thick bangs covered nearly the entire upper half of his face, such that his face could not be seen clearly at first sight. However, she knew that underneath the bangs was a face so handsome that it could make countless people fall head over heels.

“Could such a person… really is a vagrant?” she wondered.

In truth, she was not familiar with him at all. She did not even know him before taking him in like this. Despite knowing that she was being impulsive and might potentially be in danger, she still couldn’t resist the idea.

Perhaps it was because humans were social animals, after all.

An icy voice rang out flatly, but it sounded like the most heavenly and

her throat, making her choke out, “I… I thought you wouldn’t come

stared at her. “I merely went out to buy

into the house, and closed the door. Only then did she

she felt much more

anniversary,” Rosalie said as she took out the candles, which she had previously bought on her way home, from her bag. She then placed a photo

the table.

frame was a black-and-white photograph of a beautiful, gentle-looking woman who seemed

the candles, Rosalie held them to the photo

for a while.

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Chapter 4

life now, and I’m doing very well. I have a job to support myself, and my income is enough to sustain me, so you can rest assured. Moreover, I’ll do better and

while her eyes shone with a hint of moisture. The room’s light and flickering candles combined to cast shifting shadows on her face, creating

a small nose, and pink lips that were just the right thickness. Though she was not bad- looking. Jonathan had seen too many beautiful women, such as

was her mother’s death anniversary. “She just came out

now,” Rosalic continued gently. She turned her head and looked at him with her deep eyes. Under the candlelight, she appeared tranquil and unperturbed, yet her gaze was seemingly filled with a profound sense. of

as if his existence was a source of contentment to her. A moment later, she shifted her gaze to the woman in the photograph again. “So, I’m really doing great, Mom. You can rest

placed the candles in front of the photograph and

the flames started to flicker and fade. It was only then that Rosalie blew out the candles completely and said to Jonathan. “All right. I’ll go clean up and make a bowl

“Mm,” he responded.

refrigerator to make a pot of tomato soup with carrots speedily. The duo then took a piece of bread each to have with the soup for dinner.

what did you do for a living before?” Rosalie asked

do it. Otherwise,

yesterday? I bet he must have suffered a

you,

“Twenty-seven”

surprised her. “In that case, which month were you

“November.”

family, why don’t you treat me as your older sister from