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

Rosalie as she tried hard to look away from the mirror. She lowered

calling you Rosie?”

are obviously not a vagrant… You don’t have to call me

was silent, and the air was

out of the

for lying to you?” asked Jonathan after a

deception. She hated others deceiving her the most,

seemed like a dream now. Plus, he had saved her. If it weren’t for him,

I don’t blame you,” she said. But she also knew that from now

up in a frown. He should obviously be happy to hear that Rosalie didn’t blame him, but her gaze made

she was drawing a line

didn’t like this

the hospital bed.

fruits. Although it was a simple meal, it looked appetizing. Rosalie’s stomach was rumbling

if you eat something easy

on the

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

her meal. It was only that her long hair kept falling into her face and would easily get into her food when

said one step ahead. “I’ll do it.” As he said that, he took out a box

imprisoned, she had bought some hair

expect Jonathan would be so thoughtful and even had prepared all

you know how to do it?” Rosalie couldn’t help but ask.

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

a scrunchie. Although his technique was lacking, it

a sudden knock on the