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.”

inside. I’ll reheat the food. She led him into the residential area, oblivious to the black car parked around

who was sitting in the car, couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. Jonathan was warming a woman’s hand. Carlos thought, “Well, that action could be called hand-warming. I suppose.”

manner, not even toward Melanie, who was once his

for Rosalie. She was the

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

Jonathan thinking? And how much

schedule and work matters to Jonathan in the CEO’s Office, Carlos couldn’t

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

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

warming another pair of hands. Especially not when the owner

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with my hands?” Jonathan’s voice suddenly

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’

glanced at the invitation.

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

noted it down.

hospital in the city. Access to this hospital was typically limited to only the

outside the hospital room, Carlos watched as Jonathan opened

figure in the city, controlling every aspect of Strico’s

of ashes and a child returned to the Youngblood

wore a hospital gown with a drip hanging from the back of his hand. His

emaciated

Leonard uttered, looking

here,”