The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 145

Lillian was startled. She didn’t expect to hear a man’s voice from the other end of his phone. It even sounded like… “I-Is that you, Jonathan?” she asked stiffly.

The man hummed a response and hung up the phone.

Lillian stared at the phone in her hand and slowly came to her senses. “Rosalie fell asleep, but why is Jonathan the one answering her phone? Don’t tell me he’s lying right beside her now,” she thought.

She murmured to herself, “Besides, where is she staying now if she’s not at the rental home?” Lillian’s eyes turned from her phone to the closed door of the rental home. Was Rosalie staying with Jonathan?

It was quite unbelievable.

Meanwhile, Jonathan put away Rosalie’s phone and carefully carried her sleeping form out of the car.

Fearing that she would catch a cold while he carried her back, he even took off his coat and draped it over her.

The housekeepers were surprised when they saw him carry her all the way to the house. Although they already knew that Rosalie was no ordinary person to be allowed to live in the Youngblood residence, they had never seen Jonathan treat a woman so carefully and gently.

It was like he was holding some rare and precious treasure. He forbade everyone from making any noise the entire journey so as to not wake her up.

Gary, the butler, watched as the Jonathan he had raised fussed over the woman gently. A complicated look flashed across his

eyes.

Back then, when Jonathan’s father had brought Jonathan’s mother back to the Youngblood residence, he had also treated her gently and protected her. But in the end, he lost his life.

Sometimes, when one person pours too much love into another person, it turns into a tragedy.

into Rosalie. After all, Jonathan had never treated a

but he was afraid that Jonathan would love a woman too much and it

opened the door and carefully put her on the bed. Then he helped her take off her

she was asleep, her eyebrows were still knitted together

took it out of her arms carefully. When he saw her bandaged fingers,

Why are you

get it. If the fire had touched her

gauze. “It must huft a lot. I

time he wanted to bear the pain for someone

quilt and looked at her sleeping

she fad a long dream. She dreamt of when she was a child, spending

younger brother, who

No! I w

my mother and

desperately, only to find that she couldn’t make a sound.

a bell suddenly rang as if

and heard an elegant voice in her

before her eyes. Jonathan’s bright eyes seemed to be full of unspeakable tenderness,

She replied dumbfoundedly, still unable to come

were intertwined, and she couldn’t get a grip on herself.

and put

was still bleary-eyed as a familiar voice sounded from the phone’s

shuddered and was instantly awake. “Lillian!”

now? Are you with Jonathan? I called you last night, but he answered the