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.”

Let’s go back inside. I’ll reheat the food. She led

Jonathan was warming a woman’s hand. Carlos thought,

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

Rosalie. She

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

exactly was Jonathan thinking? And how much space

to Jonathan in the CEO’s Office, Carlos couldn’t help but glance at

were remarkably elegant, with long fingers and distinct joints. Even Carlos, being a

those hands mercilessly choking someone’s neck, almost taking his life. Jonathan allowed blood to drench them without hesitation. It sent shivers down one’s spine.

when the owner of those hands was a woman

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wrong with my hands?” Jonathan’s voice suddenly

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

Jonathan glanced at the

fiancée. Moreover, Zachary and Rosalie who caused the accident. were

noted it

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

outside the hospital room, Carlos watched as Jonathan opened the door and

the old man in the ward used to be a dominant figure in the city, controlling every aspect of Strico’s affairs. Yet, his only son had run away

of ashes and a child returned to 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

uttered, looking at his only

here,” Jonathan replied.