The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 57

Zachary left with light, almost frivolous steps.

The engagement ceremony began. Jonathan watched as Zachary and Yvette exchanged rings and words on stage with a smile stretched across. their faces.

When photos of Zachary and Yvette’s engagement party were released the next day, it would likely be impossible for anything to happen between Zachary and Rosalie anymore.

The ceremony came to an end. Jonathan left while the other guests were congratulating the couple.

A silver Bentley stopped outside. Carlos respectfully opened the door, and Jonathan got in.

“Mr. Youngblood, are you returning to the rental home now?” Carlos asked.

“Mm,” Jonathan hummed in reply. He leaned against the chair and closed his eyes.

Today was a bit of a surprise. He didn’t expect Calvin’s newest interest to be Loretta, Rosalie’s half–sister.

In his opinion, that woman had no redeeming qualities whatsoever. He had no idea what Calvin liked about her.

However, that was someone else’s business, so he wouldn’t meddle in it. so long as Loretta didn’t trouble him again. Otherwise, he’d make her suffer a thousand times over.

“Mr. Youngblood, Mr. Hamilton called to ask why you left early. I think he’s worried about whether he made you unhappy.” Carlos spoke halfway through their drive.

“Just tell him I had a good evening but went home early as I was tired,” Jonathan dismissed.

It was the truth, after all. “How could I be unhappy when Rosalie’s ex–boyfriend is now engaged to another woman?” he thought.

alighted from the car,

light filled the room.

saw him return, she raised her head and smiled

all right.” He looked at the wool in her hand and asked,

making a scarf and gloves for you with this wool. I’ve

one of the brands. “I

explained, “You’re right. But the style of these

better to make good

boots, and some makeup. However, she didn’t have to wear it nor did

wasn’t any chance to wear it

enough wool to make a scarf and gloves. Do you like this color?” she asked. The wool was an oatmeal color, a neutral shade suitable for both men

Jonathan smiled faintly and put down the tag he was holding. “Rosie, I’ll buy you thousands of sweaters from now

wear that many.” Rosalie laughed and continued,

she spoke, she took out a measuring tape and pulled his hand over to measure its size.

slightly. Her hands were cold. “Stop knitting for a moment. Your hands are too cold,” he said.

and putting his finger in position again. “It’s all right. My hands aren’t too cold. We’re indoors now, so it’s not that bad. It’s much colder when I’m sweeping the streets in the mornings and evenings. Even with gloves, my hands sometimes feel

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in his gaze. Truth be told, he could easily keep her away from this kind of life and spare her from such

his feelings for her changed, he intended to take her under his wing, so she didn’t need to continue with such

had been injured before, her

way back, I saw that the street where they held their engagement party was congested. Many

saw it online. Earlier, it was so crowded that people couldn’t even

you feel disappointed?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and observing her reaction.

seemingly a little confused.