The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 12

Rosalie was alone in prison back then. If Lillian had not come to visit her from time to time, encouraged her, and tirelessly worked for her cause, she might not have made it out of prison alive.

It was Lillian who had been supporting her throughout those difficult three years.

“Her last hope?” His gaze flickered, and he pondered. It seems like Lillian holds quite a special place in her heart.” He then questioned. “But to regard someone as your last hope, don’t you find it a bit laughable? If this person is to abandon you one day, wouldn’t you feel more despair?”

“Lillian won’t,” she said with great certainty that there was absolute trust in her eyes.

Inexplicably, an uncomfortable feeling rose in his heart. It felt like he did not want anyone to be worthy of her trust to such an extent, as if she could do everything for that person.

Over the following few days, due to an impending inspection from higher authorities at the Environment and Sanitation. Administration, Rosalie’s workload increased and required her to work overtime.

Fortunately, when she got home, Jon had already prepared the food and waited for her, which made her feel touched.

She had also mentioned that if she came back late, Jon should go ahead and eat first, but he insisted on waiting for her to eat together.

At times, she would feel like the two of them were relying on each other in a small, humble rental home, much like siblings, Perhaps one would have this feeling when having a younger brother.

In the early morning, after cleaning the streets under her responsibility, Rosalie returned to the Environment and Sanitation Administration. After putting away her tools, she stood in the open space at the entrance.

In a short time, the inspectors from the Municipal Management Bureau would come. The staff in charge of street cleaning would stand there to greet them. It would also be convenient for her to report her work later on.

Rosalie’s slender figure stood amidst a group of middle-aged men and women, appearing quite conspicuous.

“Rosalie! You’re Rosalie!” When the inspectors arrived at the Environment and Sanitation Administration, a 27-year-old or 28-year-old woman suddenly shouted when she saw Rosalie.

Rosalie looked up and saw the other person wearing a light blue professional suit. Her hair was neatly styled in an updo. She had a round face and narrow eyes, an ordinary-looking appearance, but her makeup look was delicate.

before she recognized that the person was Jennie Myers, her

at Rosalie in surprise. “Why are you here? You’re… Are you working as

inquisitive gaze. After all, in life, one would inevitably encounter people from their past. Even if one might feel

you two know each

for inspection,

back then, always at the top of the list. There were countless guys in our class who liked her and pursued her,

was like that, the more distinct the contrast became between the past Rosalie and

frowned. “She was the class belle and a top

you

smiled faintly, feeling a sense of satisfaction in her heart.

a swan, admired by others, while the former felt like an ugly duckling,

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now, the swan was still

those words, they turned their gazes toward her. Their looks were varied. Some showed

woman from the equipment department curiously asked her, “Rosalie, were you really the school’s class belle and a top student

and a top student? Is that even relevant? Now she’s just

her awkwardly. The latter simply lowered her head, signed her name on the tool return log, and walked away.

words to heart. She liked Lucas from the transport crew, so she took

expression, utterly unaware of who “Lucas” was, as mentioned by Yulissa, and

with her.

driver of our transport crew. He seems to have some interest in you. Doesn’t he often say hello to you?” Yulissa said sincerely for the sake of Rosalie, “In fact, Lucas is

don’t want to get in a

you? When a woman gets older, it’ll be difficult for her to find a suitable

I shall live alone.” In fact, Rosalie had no expectation

and endured The agony of

her emotions of the past