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 her.

my wounds. My emotions were a little

what happened last night flashed in her

into his arms even if she wanted to cry. But yesterday, she

on, only

inquiry but

lowered his 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 apply for leave from

a moment and then felt a wave of bitterness in her heart. This place couldn’t be considered as her home. Or more specifically, she didn’t have a

I’m afraid my supervisor will think I’m too troublesome and fire me,” Rosalie said. She recalled that she

work, it meant that other colleagues would

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

that she couldn’t do anything with

Then, as if he had thought of something, he added, “Are you going to meet Lillian tonight? How about another day? Let’s wait until the wounds on your hand are healed”

with Jonathan heard this, they would be shocked.

this worried over the wounds on a woman’s hands before.

even if they were covered in blood with their life

them

on the witness from my lawsuit.

on Jonathan’s face had changed slightly, and his hand had

on the

and replied, “But I have to ask Lillian

you planning to look for clues yourself?” He asked, raising his hand and touching a strand of hair on her cheek. “I told you that I could help

You can’t help me find out who is the one who framed 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 one

people’s opinions matter that much?” Jonathan frowned and