The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 7

“No.” Jonathan answered. Yet, he recalled Rosalie pinning him down on the bed with intoxicated eyes when he was about to put her on the bed after he brought her back to the rental home in his arms.

At that moment, he was surprised by his carelessness. Had she been someone who wanted his life, he would’ve lost his life there and then!

The man had always been vigilant, so he couldn’t wrap his mind around why he had put down his guard.

However, before he could get up. Rosalie had already cupped his face with both hands. She pushed aside the thick bangs on his forehead and stroked his eyelids with her fingertips.

“You have beautiful eyes… I like them… so much…’ she murmured.

“Like?” That word wasn’t uncommon to Jonathan. After all, there were always women who claimed to like him and complimented things about his eyes and stuff.

His eyes were perhaps the only part that resembled his mother.

Jonathan’s father would often gaze into Jonathan’s eyes and be lost in thought when the latter was a child. His father would then mumble to him, “These eyes may seem affectionate but are, in fact, the most heartless. I wonder, will you be affectionate or heartless in the future, Jon?”

“Mm-hmm. Because… they’re pure…” Rosalie elaborated while burping.

“Pure?” thought Jonathan, snickering. This was the first time someone had described his eyes as pure.

“It’s as if they have never been tainted by any sins… So pure… The woman was in a charmingly tipsy state, her face virtually pressing against his. “Jon, don’t be afraid… I will… protect you….”

With that, she slumped onto his chest and fell asleep in her drunkenness.

“Protect me? You can’t even protect yourself, yet you claim that you’ll protect me? How ridiculous! Jonathan sneered inwardly.

Back to the present, he looked at Rosalie and lied, “You didn’t do anything, just fell asleep”

Hearing that, she breathed a sigh of relief.

the red and swollen

a slap was nothing compared to the suffering she had

and how did you get

her.

much. 1 simply ran into a drunkard and had a minor confrontation, Rosalie replied nonchalantly, not wanting to tell him the shameful events of

though he was homeless, he still maintained the innocence of a child. Hence, if

he concealed the glint in his eyes. “If

color to his otherwise monotonous life. He had even anticipated what might happen when she

saw the result with his own eyes, he found himself

entrance. If not, I might have to sleep on the road all night,” comforted Rosalie while grabbing his hand. “Thank you, Jon. It’s so good to have

do I still find it such an eyesore?”

I’ll go find her!” Lillian Quinn came to visit her best friend today, only to see the lingering

to make some money out of me. Never have I expected that… But, fortunately, Jon came to pick me up when

a drunken haze”

Jon?

“It’s the

I consider him my little brother and told him to treat me as his older sister.” explained Rosalie.

old is

a few months

had a hard time believing that her best friend was

grown man now,

yourself, so you should all the more be

live with makes me feel less lonely. Besides, Jon is a good

“Look. How about I move in with

dislike me even more if you

evidence pointed to her being a drunk driver. No one except Lillian believed her.

going so far as to give up studying abroad. This, in turn, caused a strain on Rosalie’s relationship with