The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 146

Rosalie anxiously asked where her album was. That album contained her most precious memories.

Jonathan frowned unconsciously. “Are you willing to give up your life for this photo album? You were lucky yesterday to only sustain some superficial burns on your fingers. What will you do if a larger area of your body gets burned?”

“This photo album is very important to me! Rosalie exclaimed.

“Is it more important than your hands? Are you really going to destroy your hands just to protect an album?” Jonathan asked in a low voice.

Rosalie took a deep breath and replied, “It’s very important. Even if my hands were destroyed, I would still want to protect it. For her, it was a memory and a symbol of her persistence.

It represented the most beautiful familial affection and also the happiest time she had ever had.

Her answer caused Jonathan’s expression to turn grim. He was so angry at her for not cherishing herself and also at himself for caring more about her health than she did.

She didn’t care about her hands, but he cared so much that he was unwilling to see her get hurt.

“Where is my album?” she anxiously asked again.

Jonathan breathed a long sigh of relief. He stood up, walked to a cabinet not far away, took the burnt album, and handed it to her.

Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief. She carefully opened the album and looked at the photos in it, her eyes turning red again. Some of the photos inside had been burned to a crisp, and some only had the corners left intact. Only about a quarter of the photos were not affected by the fire.

Every time she turned a page, it seemed that she needed more perseverance to bear the pain.

She didn’t expect that she couldn’t even protect an album.

Rosalie closed the album and murmured. “Thank you.”

looked at

me to the hospital last night and treating my wounds. My emotions were

all, what happened last night flashed in

arms even if she wanted to cry. But yesterday, she clung to him like he was a piece of

down and whispered to her. “From now on, only I can watch you lose control

was not an inquiry but a direct

head and glanced at her gauze-covered fingers again. “If you have any trouble in the future, you can tell me. Don’t just try to solve it by yourself. Besides, your hands are injured now. I’ve helped you to

and then felt a wave of bitterness in her heart. This place couldn’t be considered as

will think I’m too troublesome and fire me,”

didn’t go to work, it meant that other colleagues would have to help her do her job.

you, Jonathan said with great certainty. “You should take good care of your fingers first. Otherwise, do you think that these hands can

and kept silent. It was true that she couldn’t do anything with the way her hands were right now.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he added, “Are you going to meet Lillian

with Jonathan heard

this worried over

were covered in blood with their life hanging

them

certainty. “Lillian seems to have some information on the witness from my

that the expression on Jonathan’s face had changed slightly, and his

the witness?”

“But I have to

clues yourself?” He asked, raising his hand and touching a strand of hair on her cheek. “I told you that I could help you turn over the case. You don’t need to go through such trouble. You might not even get any

me. You just want to use the innocent until proven guilty’ argument to rid me of my charges. But even if I’m acquitted, people will still think I’m the

opinions matter that