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

that moment, Carlos, who was sitting in the car, couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. Jonathan was warming a woman’s hand. Carlos

manner, not even toward Melanie,

was doing this for Rosalie. She was the perpetrator of Melanie’s car

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

And how much space did Rosalie occupy in

day, while reporting the schedule and work matters to Jonathan in the CEO’s Office, Carlos couldn’t help but

remarkably elegant, with long fingers and distinct joints. Even Carlos, being a man himself, found that Jonathan’s hands

those hands mercilessly choking someone’s neck, almost taking his life. Jonathan allowed blood to

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

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there something wrong with my hands?” Jonathan’s voice suddenly sounded right beside Carlos

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

glanced at the invitation.

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

it

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

as Jonathan opened the door and walked in with measured

in the ward used to be a dominant figure in the city, controlling every

only an urn of ashes and a child returned to

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

emaciated

uttered, looking at his only grandson.

here,”