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””

there would

the pair of unfinished gloves, Rosalie thought it might be better to have it done quickly so that Jonathan and she could go their separate

the seat, closed his eyes, and gently rubbed his forehead with one hand. After all,

asleep, he had sat

anything good to look at. But when it came to her, it became an exception. It was as if looking at her sleeping face was something he could never get tired

going back to the Youngblood residence now,

answered

changed. Then, he reported to Jonathan, ‘Mr. Leonard Youngblood’s condition

shot open, and Jonathan instructed, “Go

turned around and drove toward the hospital.

Leonard was still being resuscitated. Jonathan

at that time, he was merely surviving, lingering on

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

seemned to be just pawns to him, including

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

familial love between

and informed Jonathan, “We managed to save him. But Mr. Youngblood is of advanced age, and he has undergone several operations before. Now, it’s

of life. Regardless of how much money one had, no one can control life

the ICU for

of the ICU. Jonathan could finally

was in the emergency room that day?” asked Leonard. His voice was softer than before and sounded weak after the operation.

Jonathan answered softly.

must’ve been hard for you that you’re willing to wait outside the hospital room for me,”

sent a message saying you