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.

on the red and swollen part of

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

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

her.

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

he was pure and uncorrupted. Even though he was homeless, he still maintained the innocence

Jonathan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as he concealed the glint in his eyes. “If I’d arrived earlier, you wouldn’t have

game to him that added color

his own eyes, he found himself unhappy

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

do I still find it such an

today, only to

was too careless. I thought, at most, she’d just try to make some money out of me. Never have I expected that… But, fortunately, Jon came to pick me up when I

a drunken haze”

Jon?

“It’s the

and told him to treat me as his older sister.” explained Rosalie. At

old is he?” Lillian asked.

few

hard time believing that her best friend was

grown man now,

studied law yourself, so you should all the more be familiar with cases about male and

with makes me feel less

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

probably dislike me even more if you moved out

yet all evidence pointed to her being

tirelessly worked on the former’s case, even going so far as to give up studying abroad. This, in turn, caused a