The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 147

Rosalie looked tiny in the photo. Her chubby cheeks and thick hair made her look adorable.

Jonathan never expected himself to be so fascinated with the sight of a child. However, looking at the little girl in the photo, his heart was full of affection for her. He even imagined how he would not be able to resist hugging and kissing her if the tiny version of Rosalie was in front of him.

He wondered if he only found her adorable because the little girl was her when she was little. Such a feeling never happened when he saw other children.

Jonathan took out the photos one by one.

There were photos of Rosalie and her mother at first, but later there were only photos of herself.

In these photos, she seemed older than the photos with her mother. They seemed to be her when she was four, five, and six years old.

There were not many photos; at least a lot less than the previous photos of her with her mother.

Rosalie looked at the photos and said emotionally. “My mother liked taking photos with me when she was alive. There were much fewer photos of me after she passed”

She would only take photos occasionally, and most of them were of her alone. It was just like how she could not fit in with her father’s new family.

Suddenly, Jonathan narrowed his eyes and stared at one of the photos. He even stopped taking out photos from the burnt

album

“What’s wrong?” Rosalie asked in confusion.

“This photo” He paused “How old were you in it?”

a floral dress and standing in

was expensive. I think it cost more than 20 dollars

remember her

to get the floral dress. Wilma must have been under a lot of pressure to buy her that dress. Her grandfather, Uncle Dantel, Uncle Edward, and Aunt Sarah probably blamed Wilma for spending the money

income was around 160 dollars back

Jonathan asked, but there was something subtly

called Lopezania” Rosalie wondered why Jonathan asked this. He had gone to Lopezania to find her before, so there was no way that he did not

was called.

“Is this dress rare

is in the town, but I was the only one who had such a dress in the village. My cousin was mad for a long time, saying my grandmother played favorites.

take that dress

wear it anymore. I also got

sick?” His tone suddenly became

good health after I recovered. But the dress was unfortunately gone,” she said. Later,

place in the exam, she had to

stuffed a new dress into her luggage.

pressed on her forehead. Rosalie froze as she looked up at

I’ll buy you

from now

child who keeps wanting dresses.” She

looked at him, the

hand, took out all the remaining photos in the album, and picked up the photo

hand had already put the