The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 144

Rosalie kept deathly silent as if she were immersed in her own world. It wasn’t until the doctor attempted to extract the album from her that she suddenly returned to her senses and gripped it tightly with both hands. “Don’t!”

“The doctor won’t be taking it away. He only wants to inspect the wound on your hand, Jonathan uttered softly. “Rosie, hand it to me and let the doctor thoroughly check the wound on your hand. All right?”

His voice successfully caught her attention, and she fixed her eyes on him. “J-Jon,” she mumbled.

Tm right here. Tell me, what happened?”

Her lips trembled, and the tears she held back began pouring down her face again. “The photo album containing photos of me and my mother was burnt.” she choked.

It looked like more tears poured down her face every time her thick, curly lashes trembled.

Jonathan was shocked. “So this charred booklet is Rosalie and her mother’s photo album?”

It was clear enough to Jonathan how important her mother was to her during the time he and Rosalie lived together.,

The doctor took advantage of the opportunity to inspect Rosalie’s hands. He immediately began treating the burns, cleaning and bandaging them up after taking a look at them.

The bruise on the back of her hand hadn’t recovered yet and was now exacerbated. Her fingertips were all wrapped with

gauze.

Rosalie was mute throughout the process as if she couldn’t feel the pain. This made others feel even more sympathetic toward her.

Jonathan reached for his handkerchief and used it to wipe the tears on Rosalie’s face. “Don’t cry…”

He was at a loss when faced with her tears and state of distress. While he was all-powerful in Strico, he could do nothing about Rosalie and her mother’s photo album. He couldn’t recover it, no matter the amount of wealth he possessed.

The only thing he was capable of at the moment was wiping her tears.

are several scald wounds, they aren’t too severe. All she needs to do is avoid contact

there be any after-effects?” Jonathan

surface wounds. The nerves and muscles are unscathed, but I’m afraid

couldn’t help frowning.

arms again as soon as her hand was bandaged as if she

He lifted Rosalie again, strode out of the emergency room, and returned

the scars. I will find an expert to remove them for you once your wounds get

head, and her gaze landed on Jonathan’s face. Tears still hung on her lashes, but her eyes seemed to recover lucidity

as the Jon from the past while she was in agony and bawled her eyes out to him…

anguish too much that my

for. You are always allowed to behave however you

twitched, and the tears she’d held back began to fall down her cheeks once again.

really feel like crying, let it all out, Rosie. His fingers gently swiped across the bottom of her eyes.

by her nickname was like a key that unlocked the bitterness and sorrow she’d suppressed,

all out.

restrain her emotions anymore and finally

when had she last cried her heart out? Despite how desperately she cried and how much she shed, they’d all been useless, as

Jonathan call her Rosie, it brought to mind her mother and her younger brother, who was already fully

family by my side if Mom and my little brother had not passed

was startled by Rosalie’s bawling. While he’d felt pity for

1/2

while biting her lip, he was now

at a loss.

entire body stiffened as he took in the tears flowing down her face unceasingly. He felt as if his blood

in his life. Not when his mother abandoned him and his father, nor when his father froze to death in the snow. All he felt back then was detachment and a wry sense

it came close to