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

and how did you get drunk?”

her.

a minor confrontation, Rosalie replied nonchalantly, not

felt that he was pure and uncorrupted. Even though he was homeless, he still

slightly as he concealed the glint in his

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

the result with his

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

smile’s so serene, but why do I still find it

Loretta 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

she’d just try to make some money out of me. Never have I expected that… But, fortunately, Jon

a drunken haze”

Jon?

“It’s the

consider him my little brother and told him to treat me as

brother? How old is he?”

only a few months younger

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

grown man now,

so you should all the more be familiar

someone to live with makes

you have me!” demanded Lillian. “Look.

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

accident, yet all evidence

as to give up studying abroad. This, in turn, caused a