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.

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

tight feeling suddenly crept up her throat, making her choke out, “I… I thought you wouldn’t come back anymore.”

at her. “I merely went

pulled him into the house, and closed the door. Only then did she catch sight of the two pieces of bread in the bag he was carrying.

trice, she felt much more

let’s eat together later, but before that, I… want to light candles for my mother. Today’s her death anniversary,” Rosalie said as she took out the candles, which she had previously bought on her way home, from her bag. She then placed

the table.

beautiful, gentle-looking woman who

lighting up the candles, Rosalie held them to the photo

for a while.

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and my income is enough to sustain me, so

a hint of moisture. The room’s light and flickering candles

was not bad- looking. Jonathan had seen too many beautiful women, such as his fiancée

and thus knew that today was her mother’s death anniversary. “She just came out of prison and is working as a road sweeper, yet she claims that

now,” Rosalic continued gently. She turned her head and looked at him with her deep eyes. Under the candlelight, she appeared tranquil

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.

candles in front of the photograph and then stood quietly as she looked

candles completely and said to Jonathan. “All right. I’ll go clean up and make a bowl of

“Mm,” he responded.

from the refrigerator to make a pot of tomato soup with carrots speedily. The duo

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

As long as there’s work, I’ll do it. Otherwise,

on the road yesterday? I bet he must have suffered a lot. If not, who would sit

are you, then?”

“Twenty-seven”

her. “In that case, which month

“November.”

Well, since neither of us really has a family, why don’t you treat me as your older sister