The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 82

Rosalie’s body stiffened. Then she thought, “He’s right. Even if I call out for help, who would break in and save me? Rescuing me would mean antagonizing Jonathan. Who would be so foolish to do that!”

When Rosalie was lost in her thoughts, Jonathan’s lips met and parted hers, seeking all the sweetness Rosalie had to offer.

“No! I don’t want to do this!” Rosalie reacted inwardly.

Almost instinctively, Rosalie bit down hard.

The next moment, her mouth was filled with a metallic taste of blood. Rosalie jolted in shock. It was Jonathan’s blood. She knew she had just bitten his tongue and caused it to bleed.

But even so, Jonathan continued the kiss, forcefully making her swallow his blood!

Rosalie lost track of time, and when the kiss finally ended, she felt a tingling sensation on her lips. The taste of blood in her mouth was overwhelming and intense.

“Does it taste good?” Jonathan whispered. His lips curled into a faint smile, and a trace of fresh blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

His smile, set against that crimson blood, appeared surprisingly captivating.

As Rosalie opened her mouth, the sensation of blood became even stronger. A mixture of saliva and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, trailing down her chin.

Jonathan raised his finger and gently wiped away the fresh blood from the corner of her lips. “Speaking of which, it’s the first time a woman has tasted my blood. Rosie, you really have a way of making me break so many precedents.”

“Could you let go of me, please?” Rosalie said stiffly.

“Do you really not want to stay by my side?” Jonathan asked while gently stroking her hair with his fingers.

Jonathan’s touch was gentle, but Rosalie’s body couldn’t help trembling. Rosalie could even feel a chill running down her spine. +

swallowed the saliva in her throat, it

side synonymous with not being peaceful? Jonathan chuckled and stretched out his finger

patch of her skin on her

her eyes tightly and remained

was futile, all Rosalie could

something she had come to understand

lips kissing her neck, collarbone, and fingers touching her skin.

it! Just treat him as

restrain itself with her will. The trembling grew more and more intense until a nauseating

her eyes and covered

she felt the pressure that had been holding her had loosened. She quickly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. She leaned over the

much today, her stomach was already empty, and aside from expelling some stomach acid, nothing was left to come

to vomit, her body trembled incessantly. When Rosalie had vomited so much that she could hardly bring up any

figure stood just outside the bathroom with a gloomy

with his pitch-black eyes. “Do you despise

seem as though she had placed a

to such lengths for a woman? He was Jonathan. In Strico, any woman he wanted was within

woman. She might be interesting, but

said coldly. In his beautiful eyes, there was an icy frostiness. “But let me make it clear upfront. Even if you regret it in the funire,

that, Jonathan turned around and walked out of the ward.

arms as if she had exhausted

mean she could leave the hospital

tidied up her disheveled clothes, ran her fingers through her hair, and then looked at her pale reflection in the

moment Rosalie walked to the hospital’s entrance, a group of people suddenly

the one who killed someone