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.

then landed on the red and swollen part of her check. “Does your face

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

exactly happened yesterday, Rosie? Why did you get hurt, and how did you get drunk?” Jonathan stared

her.

Rosalie replied nonchalantly, not

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

the glint in his eyes. “If I’d arrived earlier,

but this was merely a game to him that added color to his otherwise monotonous life. He had even anticipated what might happen when she entered the private room.

when he saw the result with his own eyes,

at the club entrance. If not, I might have to sleep on the road all night,” comforted Rosalie while grabbing his hand.

smile’s so serene, but why do I still find it such an eyesore?” he

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.

I thought, at most, she’d just try to

a drunken haze”

Jon?

“It’s the

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

is

He’s only a few months younger

time believing that her best friend was actually cohabiting

grown man now,

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

live with makes me feel less lonely.

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

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

yet all evidence pointed to her being a drunk driver. No one except

going so far as to give up studying abroad. This,