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.

flatly, but it sounded like the most

choke out, “I… I

“I merely went out to

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

a trice, she felt much more relieved and

my mother. Today’s her death anniversary,” Rosalie said as she took out the candles, which she

the table.

beautiful, gentle-looking woman who seemed to be in

Rosalie held

for a while.

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Chapter 4

starting to live a new 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

stood at the side and watched how the woman before him wore a faint smile on her 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 and

pink lips that were just the right thickness. Though she was not bad- looking. Jonathan had seen too many beautiful women, such as his fiancée Melanie, who was a rare beauty back then.

had 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

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

her gaze

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

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 of soup, after which we can have

“Mm,” he responded.

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

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

Otherwise, I’ll just find a random place to 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

you, then?” she queried.

“Twenty-seven”

her. “In that case,

“November.”

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 brother. What do you say?” Rosalie