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 her check. “Does your

all, a slap was nothing compared to the

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

her.

a drunkard and had a minor confrontation, Rosalie replied nonchalantly, not

he was homeless, he still maintained the innocence of a child. Hence, if possible, she hoped he would never

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

he could’ve resolved this matter way earlier, but this was merely a game to him that added color to his otherwise monotonous life. He

with his own

I might have to sleep on the road all night,” comforted Rosalie while grabbing his hand. “Thank you, Jon.

why do I still find it such an

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

what if you find her?” Rosalie stopped 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 have

a drunken haze”

Jon?

“It’s the

as his

brother? How old is he?” Lillian asked.

few months

on her own saliva. She had a hard time believing that her best friend

grown man now,

you ever thought about the danger? You studied law yourself, so you should all the more be

but Lillian, having someone to live with makes me feel

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

if you moved out of your family home, Rosalie

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

years that Rosalie was incarcerated, Lillian had tirelessly worked on the former’s case, even going so far as to give up studying abroad. This, in turn, caused a strain on Rosalie’s relationship with Lillian’s parents, for they blamed