The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 70

Jonathan prepared her a toothbrush and squeezed the toothpaste on it before putting the cup with warm water in Rosalie’s hand.

Rosalie blushed. She couldn’t even remember how she finished brushing her teeth. Her whole body was enveloped with his smell.

He pulled another towel and wet it under the warm water from the faucet.

“I can do it myself… mumbled Rosalie as she bit her lip.

“Isn’t it more convenient for me to do it for you?” asked Jonathan.

“But the problem is… You are getting too close!” thought Rosalie. She was trapped in his arms as they enveloped her body from both sides. He wetted the towel in front of her eyes and then wrung it dry.

Rosalie looked up and gazed into the mirror.

She had always known that Jonathan was good-looking, but it was more prominent now, with no heavy bangs covering his forehead. He was in a suit and leather shoes. His whole body exuded a dignified air as if he was someone who had always been above others, an insurmountable existence.

She thought, ‘Why haven’t I noticed it before? Even Lillian felt that Jonathan couldn’t be a vagrant, but I have had this vague thought that he and I were the same kind of people, so I want to keep him by my side.

Is it because… I’m too afraid of being alone?

The truth must be that Jonathan is not only a homeless man. Instead, his identity might be something extraordinary.

I can tell that the clothes he is wearing are expensive. Plus, the doctors and nurses showed exceptional respect to him when he spoke to them.”

“What are you thinking about?” Jonathan’s voice suddenly interrupted her.

She suddenly came to her senses. At this moment, Jonathan was staring straight at her in the mirror. Rosalie’s body trembled and felt as if she had been thoroughly bound by the gaze in his eyes.

“Rosic, you are blushing,” whispered Jonathan as he leaned down slightly, and his lips came closer to her face. His warm, gentle breath sprayed on her cheeks and neck, making her feel a slight tingle and numbness..

she flushed even

as she tried hard to look away from the mirror. She lowered her gaze and looked away from the

me calling you Rosie?” asked Jonathan in a

obviously not a vagrant… You don’t have to call me Rosie,”

and the air was

the sound of the water gushing out of the faucet

you blaming me for lying to you?” asked Jonathan after a

deception. She hated others deceiving her the most, especially when he had lied to her for

Plus, he had saved her. If

breath, Rosalie raised her eyes and looked at him in the mirror again. “Jon, I don’t blame you,” she said. But she also knew

should obviously be happy to hear that Rosalie didn’t blame him, but

was as if she was drawing a line between them,

like

washing up. Jonathan carried Rosalie back to the hospital bed.

a simple meal, it

it would be better if you eat something easy to digest,”

one by one on the table next to

out of their heads in shock. Had there ever been a time when the powerful and intuential Jonathan of Strico waited

tableware and started on her meal. It was only that her long hair kept falling into her face and

about to find a scrunchie to tie her hair, but Jonathan said one step ahead. “I’ll do it.” As he said that, he took out a

knew it was from a luxury brand. Before she was imprisoned, she had bought some hair accessories from this brand, but at that time, with her income, she could only afford some small things. from this

Jonathan would be so thoughtful and even had prepared all these for

do it?” Rosalie couldn’t help

you comb every day. I’m familiar enough with it by now,” said

with a scrunchie. Although his technique was lacking, it did sort of look

there was a sudden knock on the door.