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.

landed on the red and swollen

a slap was nothing compared to the suffering she had gone

Why did you get hurt, and how did you get drunk?”

her.

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

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

Jonathan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as he concealed the glint in his eyes. “If

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

the result with his own eyes, he found

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.

but why do I still find it such an eyesore?”

tricked you into becoming an escort? She’s so shameless! I’ll go find her!” Lillian Quinn came to visit her best friend today, only to see the lingering redness and swelling on Rosalie’s check. Only after questioning the latter did she learn about that

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

a drunken haze”

Jon?

“It’s the

to treat me as his older sister.” explained Rosalie. At the mention of Jonathan. a smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

How old is he?” Lillian

He’s only a few months younger

on her own saliva. She had a hard time believing that her best friend was actually cohabiting with

grown man now,

you thinking? 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 current situation is even

with makes me feel less lonely. Besides, Jon

Lillian. “Look. How about

more if you moved out of your family home, Rosalie quickly rejected.

did not drink during the car accident, yet all evidence

former’s case, even going so far as to give up studying