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.”

regret it. Well, my hands are warm now. Let’s go back inside. I’ll reheat the food. She led him into the residential area, oblivious to the black car parked around

sitting in the car, couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. Jonathan

seen Jonathan treating any woman in such a manner, not even toward Melanie,

Rosalie. She was the perpetrator of Melanie’s car

club to pick up Rosalie, who was drunk, Carlos couldn’t make

Jonathan thinking? And how much space

in the CEO’s Office, Carlos couldn’t help but

with long fingers and distinct joints. Even Carlos, being a man himself, found that

Jonathan allowed

those hands warming another pair of hands. Especially not when the owner of those hands was

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my hands?” Jonathan’s voice suddenly

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

glanced at the invitation.

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

it

Access to this

Carlos watched as Jonathan opened the

dominant figure in the city, controlling every aspect of Strico’s affairs. Yet, his only son had

only an urn of ashes and a child returned to the Youngblood

He wore a hospital gown with a drip hanging from the back of his hand. His frail body had weakened over time.

emaciated

looking

here,” Jonathan