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.

her nostrils. She felt all of her blood flowing into the hands that he was holding onto. “So, what is my position in your heart, Rosie?” He suddenly raised his head. His beautiful eyes

suddenly and was in a daze when her almond-shaped eyes

pupils, she could see the reflections

against her face, and he sneered, “It must not have been an important

body felt colder with each passing moment.

gentle. Even his movement of rubbing her hands was still so soft, but his eyes were cold

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

“No,” answered Jonathan.

afraid that no woman has ever refused him before. How

me just to tell me that? No matter how I plead with

cheek behind her car with his long fingers. Then, he reminded her, “At that time,

were so elegant, and his voice was so gentle. He bent down, his lips approaching her ear, and he smelled of

was stiff all over. She only felt the boulder against her chest so

understand how ridiculous your so-called no regrets are,” he stated, looking at her with limpid

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coldness hovered over her as if she was

was indeed ridiculous. Rosalie could hardly remember how she

request, and she was in no position

bringing contempt upon herself, nothing