The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 102

“It’s just that they had set you up and had been locked up for so many days because of you. Aren’t you worried that they’ll bear a grudge against you and humiliate you more?” he asked.

Rosalie was silent. She naturally understood Daniel and the rest would not be grateful to her for releasing them after this incident. Instead, they will resent her more.

“None of them matter to me, so I don’t care how much they hate or think of me,” she said calmly as she looked down.

However, her calmness annoyed him for some reason.

“What about me?” he asked abruptly.

“What?” She froze as she was thrown off guard.

He propped his hands on the edge of the bed and approached her, asking, “What about me? Do you care about me? Do you care what I think of you?”

Rosalie was stunned. If he was Jon, she naturally cared about him. However, he was now Jonathan…

“It probably doesn’t matter to you whether I care,” she said.

“What if it matters?” he asked.

She bit her lips and took a deep breath before saying, “I care.”

He seemed a little surprised that she admitted it so straightforwardly. “Why?”

“Because you’re Jonathan. You’re important in Strico. One word from you can even change other people’s lives. Of course, I care about what you think. You know I can’t afford to offend you.”

The consequence of offending him was repeated torture in prison. She was afraid, so afraid!

In fact, she could not afford to offend him at all.

His mood worsened instantly.

ever think of offending me when you said

She winced slightly

suddenly grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face close to him. He then said in an extremely amorous tone, “Do you know what happened between us

instantly. “You said you wouldn’t

what if I did touch

instantly turned pale as she bit her lower lip hard until it was about to bleed. The calmness in her eyes was finally replaced by

his

her because she put him in a bad mood.

now.

touch you, but

relieved when she heard the first half of his speech, but the second half made her

that possible?” she denied it almost reflexively.

drunk and didn’t remember what happened. Do you want me to help

redder as he spoke.

speaking, her face was already as red as a ripe tomato.

out of bed and said, “I’ll… go wash up.” Then,

running for her life, and his

her red face

could not believe what

I pressed him

is that

But… She hesitated.

don’t even know what I’m capable of doing

if Jonathan spoke the

the urge to bury herself in a hole at the thought

hurry, she walked out of the

a chair, sipping a glass

delicate features. His long eyelashes looked like fans when he looked down People could not help but imagine how charming and

him sitting was pleasing to the eyes. It was as