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.

icy voice rang out flatly, but it sounded like

choke out, “I… I thought you wouldn’t come back

merely

sideways, pulled him into the house, and closed the door. Only then did she catch sight of the two pieces of

trice, she felt much more relieved and

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

on the table.

photograph of a beautiful, gentle-looking woman who seemed to

Rosalie held them to the photo in silence

for a while.

6

Chapter 4

live a new life now, and I’m doing very well. I have a job to support myself, and my income is

face 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 dance between light

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

read her information 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 she’s

She turned her head and looked at him with her deep eyes. Under the candlelight, she appeared tranquil and unperturbed, yet her gaze was

later, she shifted her gaze to the woman in the photograph again. “So, I’m really doing great, Mom. You

photograph and then stood quietly as she looked at the framed photo.

was only then that Rosalie blew out the candles completely and said to Jonathan. “All right.

“Mm,” he responded.

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

you do for a living before?” Rosalie

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

this, Rosalie wondered, “Rest? Like how he was sitting motionlessly on the road yesterday? I bet he must have suffered a lot. If not, who would sit by the street

old are you, then?” she queried.

“Twenty-seven”

same age.” That surprised her. “In that case, which month were

“November.”

months older than you. Well, since neither of us really has a family, why don’t you treat me as your older sister from now on? You can call me Rosie. Likewise, I’ll regard you as my younger