The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 93

“I just hope you can inform the police to let them go. To you, it’s just a matter of conveying a statement,” she said hurriedly. “Yes, it’s just a statement. But what about it?” His calm, unruffled composure made a stark contrast to her anxious state. Her hands at the side of her body clenched. She took a deep breath, met his eyes, and questioned, “What do you want me to do in order for you to let them go?”

His eyes darkened slightly. He put down the pen in his hand, stood up, and strolled until he stood before Rosalie.

He held her hands gently and commented, “Your hands seem very cold.”

Her body stiffened abruptly. Compared to his, her hands were indeed cold.

He lowered his head and put both her hands atop his palms. Then, he rubbed them gently, intending to warm her hands. He did that skillfully, gently, and even with a tad of attentiveness, as though she were a treasure he cared for.

“Oh dear. What am I thinking?” Rosalie hastily scolded herself not to think about nonsensical matters. Just then, his low murmuring voice sounded to her ears as he said, “Do you feel your hands getting warmer, Rosie?”

“Yes, my hands felt warmer. She subconsciously wanted to retrieve her hand, but he held on to them tightly.

“There’s no rush. Rubbing the hands together a little more, they’ll be warmer,” he added.

Rosalie looked at the man in front of her, puzzled. His gentleness and his previous indifference and mockery, seemed to be that of two people.

Even though her hands were getting warmer, she seemed more uncertain and nervous.

“What exactly do you want me to do before you agree to let them go?” Rosalie could not help but repeat her question. “Why do you suddenly change your mind and want to let them go, Rosie?” Jonathan asked instead of answering.

“My Granny is in poor health and has been hospitalized. I don’t want her to worry about it anymore,” she answered honestly. “Really? It seems that your grandmother holds an important place in your heart. Because of her, you’ve come here to beg for my help in just a few days. His voice was very soft, like a bass cello being played slowly.

flowing into the hands that he was holding onto. “So, what is my position in your heart,

was in a daze when her almond-shaped eyes met his

his pupils, she could see the reflections of her own panicked

his face inched close to her. His gentle breathing brushed against her face, and he sneered, “It must not have been an important position. If it were, you wouldn’t have left without hesitation in

but her body felt colder with each passing

in a daze. The expression on his face remained gentle. Even his movement of rubbing her hands was still

understand something. Yet, she refused to give up and pushed on to ask,

“No,” answered Jonathan.

afraid that no woman has ever refused him before. How can such

No matter how I plead

tucked stray hairs on her cheek behind her car with his long fingers. Then, he reminded her, “At that time, you said you didn’t want to stay by my side. And you don’t need my help

voice was so gentle. He bent down, his lips approaching

all over. She only felt the boulder against her

to let you understand how ridiculous your so-called no regrets are,” he

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as if she was immersed in

could hardly remember

her request, and she was in no position to ask of him at all.

meeting was just her bringing