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.”

replied, “I won’t 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 the

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.”

in such a manner, not even toward Melanie, who was once his fiancée. Even she had

Jonathan was doing this for Rosalie. She was the perpetrator of

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

how much space did Rosalie occupy in his heart?

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

joints. Even Carlos, being a man himself, found that

Jonathan allowed blood to drench them without hesitation. It sent shivers down one’s

not when

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with my hands?” Jonathan’s

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 convenience with the Xanthos

Jonathan glanced at

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 who caused the accident. were once in a relationship. The Hamilton family

noted it down.

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

outside the hospital room, Carlos watched as Jonathan opened

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 from home

an urn of ashes and a child returned to the

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 at his only grandson.

here,” Jonathan