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.

and swollen part of her check. “Does your face hurt?”

immediately answered truthfully, “Not really.” After all, a slap was nothing compared to the suffering

you get hurt, and how did you get drunk?” Jonathan stared intently at

her.

and had a minor confrontation, Rosalie replied nonchalantly, not wanting to tell him

was pure and uncorrupted. Even though he was homeless, he still maintained the innocence of a child. Hence, if

his eyes. “If I’d arrived earlier, you wouldn’t have

earlier, but this was merely a game to him that added color to his otherwise monotonous life. He had even anticipated

saw the result with his own eyes, he found

enough that you came to pick me up at the club 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 you. Besides, I’m really fine. A slap in the face is no big

do I still find it such an

visit her best friend today, only to see the lingering redness and swelling

her friend. ‘I was the one who was too careless. I thought, at most, she’d just try to make some money out of me. Never

a drunken haze”

Jon?

“It’s the

him to treat me as his older sister.” explained Rosalie. At the mention of Jonathan. a smile

brother? How old is

a few months younger

almost choked on her own saliva. She had a hard time believing

grown man now,

What if he has ulterior motives? Have you ever thought about the danger? You studied law yourself, so you should all the more be familiar with cases about male and female tenants who co-rent. Your

your concerns, but Lillian, having someone to live with makes me feel less lonely. Besides, Jon

have me!” demanded Lillian. “Look. How about I move in with

parents would probably dislike me even more if you moved out of

during the car accident, yet all evidence pointed to her being a drunk driver. No one except Lillian

to give up studying abroad. This, in turn, caused a strain on Rosalie’s relationship with Lillian’s parents, for they blamed her