The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 42

Rosalie was stunned. She didn’t expect the place where she first met him would actually be where Jonathan’s father died.

“I’m sorry,” Rosalie voiced.

“You don’t have to apologize. My father brought his death upon himself,” Jonathan said in a low voice.

“He brought it upon himself?” Rosalie was surprised. At least she didn’t expect him to describe his father’s death in such a manner.

“Yes, he brought it upon himself. He fell in love with a person he shouldn’t have fallen in love with, and the other party found him useless. Even if he knelt and pleaded bitterly, it did nothing to salvage their relationship. In the end, he was so depressed that he froze to death in the snow.” Jonathan’s expression was calm, and his voice sounded normal, like any other day as if he was talking about something ordinary.

Even so, he seemed to emit an aura of loneliness.

It reminded Rosalie of the first time she saw Jonathan.

“Jon,” she called out to him.

He raised his eyes, and her face was reflected in his dark pupils. think he asked for it?”

“Do

you

Rosalie’s throat was dry. After a while, she questioned, “Is that woman your mother?”

He was silent, with no expression, but there was a trace of pain in his

eyes.

At that moment, she knew the answer.

She didn’t know how to comfort Jonathan. It was as if at this moment, any language would fail to relieve his pain. After all, only those who had experienced these things would know the pain.

She stood up and hugged Jonathan, who was sitting on a chair.

inhaling her scent as her warmth

to his

to listen to her heartbeat in this manner

“Mom, don’t go…”

the woman who had

The woman still insisted on leaving without even looking

boy was anxious and wanted to reach out to hold his mother

moment, his mother waved him off as an excruciating pain struck

can save

threatening to end

“Jon! Jon!”

a voice calling

Who is calling

hurt you. I’m here. I’m here for you. You won’t be in pain anymore…” There was anxiety and concern in the gentle voice talking

Jonathan listened to her words. He struggled to open his eyes, looked at the delicate and quiet woman before him, and opened his

“Rosie…”

breathed a sigh of relief. “Great.

he dreamed of his childhood and how he knelt before the woman, begging pitifully. He wondered if the dream was a result of him mentioning

only to

“It’s because… you keep saying you are in pain, so I worried you hurt yourself… Hmm,

stared at her. A crimson shade slowly crept onto Rosalie’s face.

that… you woke up before I took a look, so

amorous she made the situation

what’s on my body. You are

and she almost choked on her saliva. She wondered, “Please! Does he know his words would give people the

After

anymore.” He lowered his head

his chest before Rosalie abruptly pulled Jonathan’s pajamas open again. “What happened…” She looked at his chest in a daze. There was a scar

just a minor injury,” Jonathan said

raised her hand to touch his scar. Rosalie wondered whether Jonathan was crying out in pain in his dream earlier as he