The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 106

Without waiting for her answer, he murmured to himself, “I have hated someone immensely. I have thought numerous times about how I’ll retaliate when I do find her one day. But on her birthday. I’ll still feel uncomfortable. It seems only when I’m with you do I feel more at ease and calm”

Rosalie closed her eyes as though she had fallen asleep and said nothing.

“Or perhaps, he actually wished that she was asleep. He didn’t want her to hear those words,” Rosalie guessed inwardly. In such a case, she could naturally pretend to have fallen asleep.

“I think maybe I want to see her again sooner, so I can take revenge. No matter where she hides, one day, I will find her and let her know what it feels like to be betrayed or tortured by one’s immediate family,” Jonathan continued.

His voice continued to echo through the room, and his tone was tinged with a hint of hostility

Rosalie trembled slightly and wondered, “Immediate family? Could it be that the person he hated and wanted to take revenge on is his mother?”

She remembered he had once told her that his mother had abandoned him and his father.

“If what he said at that time was true. I’m afraid that his mother will. Rosalie shuddered to continue with her thoughts.. Jonathan was the local tyrant of Strico. Who could withstand his revenge?

Rosalie unconsciously thought of her three years in prison.

“Rosie, don’t be the one I hate in my life. Okay?” When he said that, it sounded as if a might breeze had brushed past and echoed through the room.

The blood in her body seemed to have frozen over suddenly.

Actually, he had known all along that she was awake.

That night passed just like that. The morning after, when Rosalie woke up at about 4 am and planned to go to work, Jonathan was no longer in the room.

That surprised her, and she wondered, “When did he leave””

too; at least there would

it might be better to have it done quickly so that Jonathan and she could go their separate ways sooner

was sitting in the backseat of the car. He leaned against the seat, closed his eyes, and gently rubbed his forehead with one hand. After all, he

had fallen asleep, he had sat up and

it came to her, it became an exception. It was as if looking at her sleeping face was something he could

the Youngblood residence now, Mr.

answered lightly.

they were halfway through, Carlos’ phone rang. As he answered the call, his facial expression changed. Then, he reported to Jonathan, ‘Mr. Leonard

shot open, and Jonathan instructed, “Go to

and drove toward

Leonard was still being resuscitated. Jonathan stood outside the emergency

at that time, he was merely surviving, lingering on feebly.

powerful, cruel, and cold. His only familial affection seemed to have been given to his

pawns

regarded him as the future successor of the Youngblood family, instead of a grandson. In fact, there

love between them at all.

Youngblood is of advanced age, and he has undergone several operations before. Now, it’s just a matter of how long he can carry on. If it’s good, it’ll be years. But if it’s worse, it can be months.”

understood the cycle of life. Regardless of how much money one had, no one

was sent to the

the ICU. Jonathan could finally

I was in the emergency room that day?”

answered softly.

you’re willing to wait outside the hospital room for me,” Leonard

“Grandpa, you’ve sent a message saying you wished to see me. I don’t suppose you wish to tell me that?”