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.

out flatly, but it sounded like the most heavenly and melodious voice.

tight feeling suddenly crept up her throat, making her choke out, “I… I thought you

stared at her. “I merely went out to buy

turned sideways, 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

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

the

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

lighting up the candles, Rosalie held them to the photo in

for a while.

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Chapter 4

I have a job to support myself, and my income is enough

shone with a hint of moisture. The room’s light

bad- looking. Jonathan had seen too many beautiful women, such as his fiancée Melanie, who was a rare beauty back then. Hence, to him. Rosalie was

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

her. A moment later, she shifted her gaze to the woman in the photograph again. “So, I’m

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

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

“Mm,” he responded.

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

do for a living before?” Rosalie asked

it. Otherwise, I’ll

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 on a

you, then?” she queried.

“Twenty-seven”

“In that case, which month were you born in?”

“November.”

in July, so I’m a few 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