The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 45

When the woman got even slightly closer to him, Jonathan felt disgusted. Sure enough, the feeling of holding another woman was so much different than having Rosalie in his arms.

Walking to the rental home, Jonathan squatted down and took out the spare key from under the floor mat of the front door. Rosalie preferred to put the spare key there, saying that even if she didn’t bring her key, there were no worries about her being unable to enter her home.

Jonathan opened the door and saw that the light in the room was still on., Rosalie’s curvy figure was on a chair at the table with her upper body sprawled on the table and her head tilted as she nodded off.

Jonathan looked at Rosalie’s sleeping face. Under the light, her face looked as serene and peaceful as a summer’s day. His heart seemed to settle down when he saw her.

He raised his hand and gently flicked the hair lying across her cheek. It seemed like he wouldn’t tire of looking at her like this for the rest of his life.

After a while, Jonathan bent down and carefully carried Rosalie up from the chair.

Even after he deliberately lightened his movements, he still woke her up. “Jon…” She groggily opened her eyes, and her dazed beautiful eyes seemed to sparkle as they reflected the light in the room.

“Well, I’m back,” said Jonathan. “I’ll carry you back to bed. You can go back to sleep.”

As he spoke, he carried Rosalie toward the bedside.

She leaned her head against his arms and asked sleepily, “You… smell so good. It’s the smell of perfume, right… Where have you been?”

“I had something to do today, so I went to a bar. Maybe the smell got on me when I was there,” explained Jonathan as he placed her on the bed. “Go to sleep obediently, all right? I’ll go wash off the smell.”

Her eyelids were gradually drooping until they finally shut.

After covering Rosalie with a quilt, Jonathan took off his clothes and went to the bathroom.

stood under the

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woman who had been in the club just now.

smell as good as the soap in his hand because… It had the same smell as Rosalie.

his whole body was covered with Rosalie’s

out of the bathroom,

tip of his nose got closer

time until you can’t bear to be apart from me? At that

for an off day on

hadn’t gone shopping for a long time. Rosalie felt like she

her life. During those times, Rosalie would often take Lillian shopping on weekends. Those

is his hometown? Who are his family members and

and his mother seemed to have left

him? You should at least know what he was doing before this!” Lillian said.

said, “What’s the point in knowing what he used to do before this? In the past, I thought Zachary and I knew each other well. I knew about his family background, the school he had

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and said, “I’m sorry.”

me, but I don’t care about that right now. Besides, if he doesn’t want to tell me and

meet with clients. The boss of our design. institute insists that I wear formal

to check out more styles without paying any money and then buy something she

eyes on her.

out to be you. How can a person like you enter this store too? It’s like you are pulling down the classiness of the store.” A voice sounded

Yvette, and the other was

they were wearing expensive luxury clothing and carrying bags