The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 66

Only then did Jonathan realize he was still wearing the same attire as he had dinner with his grandfather the night before.

If it were Jon, he naturally couldn’t afford to wear those things.

But after experiencing what had happened the night before, he did not want to hide his identity anymore. After all, he would tell her about his true identity sooner or later. It was just that he did it a little earlier now.

Also, it would be easier for him to protect her after she knew his identity.

He flashed her a smile and said, “Even if I dress differently. I’m still Jon. Isn’t it?”

No matter how stu pid Rosalie was, she could feel something wrong at such a time. She found that some things were different from what she had imagined.

“You are not a vagrant, are you?”

“No, I’m not,” he admitted.

“Why do you pretend to be a vagrant then?” A feeling of being deceived spontaneously surged within Rosalie’s heart. She widened her eyes at Jonathan while tightly grabbing the blanket on her body. Her fingers were trembling slightly.

It turned out that the naive and helpless man she thought did not exist, and it was only her wishful thinking the entire time.

Everything Lillian had said was true. She claimed Rosalie knew nothing about Jon, yet she had taken him home rashly.

Rosalie could not understand why Jon lived with her in that tiny rental home if he was not a vagrant and wondered what such days of living together meant to him.

“I didn’t pretend to be one. It was you who thought so, and I didn’t correct it,” he explained.

and did not know how to

still live together with me then?

with you, and… He raised his hand as he spoke and gently stroked her messy hair. “It was you who ‘wanted’

her lips, and

had been taking the initiative

the blanket on her body aside to get out of bed and leave. However, she lost her balance once her feet touched the floor and fell forward.

as if they had no

drug effect in your body hasn’t been expelled from your body completely. You felt

Iler uncles had drugged her. and they had taken

pale. She could remember that they carried her into Chris’s room, and Chris rushed toward her after they

night… Her lips trembled, and her

arms. At that moment, she looked like a weak animal, seemingly fragile,

but want to protect

expect himself would have the urge to protect her. “It’s okay. The thing you were afraid of didn’t happen last night. It was still in time when I rushed over,” Jonathan

him. He saved me!” Rosalie exclaimed

and looked at the face before her in a daze. At the thought of the man having not gone to town with her the day before, she asked, “But why

and asked

after receiving her

carried Rosalie back to the bed and carefully tucked her in. “But your hand was scratched by a mirror shard, Rosie. I guess it will

remove it.”

that her right hand was wrapped in gauze. There were too many shocking things earlier that she had not felt the dull

about the incident

happened during the New Year’s Eve dinner the