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.”

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 the corner of the street

he had just witnessed. Jonathan was warming a woman’s hand.

never seen Jonathan treating any woman in such a manner, not even toward Melanie, who was once his fiancée. Even she

Rosalie. She was the perpetrator of

up Rosalie, who was drunk, Carlos couldn’t make sense of it.

was Jonathan thinking? And how much space did Rosalie occupy

next day, while reporting the schedule and work matters to Jonathan in the CEO’s Office,

joints. Even Carlos, being a man himself, found that Jonathan’s hands were truly beautiful.

taking his life. Jonathan allowed blood to drench them without hesitation. It sent

hands. Especially not when the owner of those

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Chapter 8

hands?” Jonathan’s voice

forming a marriage of convenience with the Xanthos family. In two weeks’ time, Yvette Hamilton and Zachary Xanthos will be engaged. Mr. Hamilton hopes

Jonathan glanced at the

understood the intention behind the Hamilton family sending this invitation. After all. Melanie, the eldest daughter of the Hamilton family who had died, was his fiancée. Moreover, Zachary and Rosalie

noted it

the afternoon, Carlos accompanied Jonathan to a private hospital in the city. Access to this hospital was typically limited to

as Jonathan opened the door and walked in with measured steps.

dominant figure in the city, controlling every aspect

only an urn of ashes and a child returned

the ward, Jonathan gazed at the old man on the bed. He looked at the man he should call grandfather. He wore a hospital gown with a drip hanging from the back of his hand. His frail body had weakened over

emaciated

here.” Leonard uttered, looking

here,” Jonathan replied.