The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 8

He didn’t return until after 9 p.m. Rosalie had been waiting and she was growing anxious, fearing something might have happened. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a phone. Thus, she was unable to contact him.

Rosalie left her rental home and walked toward the main entrance of the residential area. She constantly looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the figure she longed to see.

After a period of waiting, she finally saw a familiar figure walking toward her.

“Jon!” She breathed a sigh of relief as the figure approached.

Jonathan saw her approaching figure and was slightly taken aback.

He watched her rush to him, gasping for breath. Her face was flushed red due to the cold weather, but her eyes were bright.

“Thank goodness you’re finally back,” Rosalie uttered.

“Rosie, were you waiting for me?” Jonathan asked as he lightly brushed his fingers against her cold cheek. Feeling the coldness of her cheek from the tips of his fingers, he realized she must have been waiting for quite some time.

“Yes, it’s so late and you weren’t back yet. I was so worried. Thankfully, you’re back safe and sound,” she said with a smile.

His gaze shifted slightly. She was worried about Jon, but not Jonathan of the Youngblood Group. He wondered if she would still worry about him if she knew he was Jonathan Youngblood.

With a smile, he said. “I was distributing the flyers and it took some time. Your hands must be cold, right? Let me warm them up for you.” As he said that, he gently held her icy hands and rubbed them between his palms, just as she did last time.

Gradually, Rosalie felt her hands warming up. Despite the cold day, it felt very warm.

Jon, I’m glad to have you,” she murmured.

He smirked and teased, “You must remember saying this. I hope you won’t regret it in the future.”

it. Well, my hands are warm now. Let’s go back inside. I’ll reheat the food. She led him

car, couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. Jonathan was warming a woman’s hand. Carlos thought, “Well, that action could be

in such a manner, not even toward Melanie, who was once his fiancée. Even she had never

doing this for Rosalie. She was the perpetrator

the club to pick up Rosalie, who was drunk, Carlos couldn’t make sense of it.

much space did Rosalie occupy in his

and work matters to Jonathan in the CEO’s

distinct joints. Even Carlos, being a man himself, found that

those hands mercilessly choking someone’s neck, almost taking his life. Jonathan allowed blood to drench them without

not when the owner of those hands was a woman who

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Chapter 8

Jonathan’s voice suddenly

nothing.” Carlos snapped out of it and quickly averted his gaze. He handed a card to Jonathan, saying. “This is an invitation from the Hamilton family. They’re forming a marriage of convenience with the Xanthos family. In two weeks’ time, Yvette Hamilton and Zachary Xanthos will be engaged. Mr.

at the

Melanie, the eldest daughter of the Hamilton family who had died, was his fiancée. Moreover, Zachary and Rosalie

it down.

a private hospital in the city. Access to

opened the door and walked in with measured steps.

ward used to be a dominant figure in the city, controlling every aspect of Strico’s affairs.

only an urn of ashes and a child returned

bed. He looked at the man he should call grandfather. He wore a hospital gown with a drip hanging from the back

emaciated

here.” Leonard uttered, looking at

I’m here,”