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.

to do is avoid contact with water and apply medicine once daily,” said the

any after-effects?”

of them are just surface wounds. The nerves and muscles

help frowning.

on holding the half-charred photo album in her arms again as soon

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

the scars. I will find an expert to remove them for

her lashes, but her eyes seemed to recover lucidity gradually. After a while, she apologized, Tm sorry for

past while she was in agony

the anguish too much that my

are always allowed to behave however you like with

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

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

key that unlocked the bitterness and

all out.

her emotions anymore and finally burst

much she shed, they’d all been useless, as she only had

she heard Jonathan call her Rosie, it brought to mind her mother and her younger brother, who

I have been less lonely with true family by my side if Mom and my little brother had not passed on

Rosalie’s bawling. While he’d felt pity for h

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she wept silently while biting her lip, he

a

her face unceasingly. He felt as if

in his life. Not when his mother abandoned him and his father, nor when his father froze to death in

came close to