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””

relieved too; at least there would be less embarrassment being face-to-face.

at the pair of unfinished gloves, Rosalie thought it might be better to have it done quickly

the other end, Jonathan 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

fallen asleep, he had sat

good to look at. But when it came to her, it became an exception. It was as if looking at her sleeping face was

back to the Youngblood

Jonathan answered lightly.

‘Mr. Leonard Youngblood’s condition

Jonathan instructed, “Go to the

turned around and drove toward

at the hospital, Leonard was still being resuscitated. Jonathan stood outside the emergency room with an

Leonard used to be, at that time,

be powerful, cruel, and cold. His only familial affection

seemned to be just pawns to him, including his

always regarded him as the future successor of the

familial 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

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

sent to the ICU for post-operation observation.

of the

waiting outside when I was in the emergency room that day?” asked Leonard. His voice was softer than before and

answered

you that you’re willing to wait

and asked, “Grandpa, you’ve sent a message saying you wished to see me. I don’t suppose you wish