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?”

dress and standing in

was expensive. I think it cost more than 20 dollars at that time. Only people who were well-off could afford such dresses for their children. I was scared to tell Granny, but she could tell I liked the dress and determinedly saved up to buy it for

remember her grandmother’s kindness

uneasy it was for 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

income was around 160 dollars back

the time? Jonathan asked, but there was something subtly

have now merged into towns. It’s now called Lopezania” Rosalie wondered why Jonathan asked this. He had gone to Lopezania to find her before, so there was no

was called.

this dress rare

long time, saying my

happened afterward? Did she take

was out playing. I couldn’t wear it anymore. I also

His

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

first place in the exam, she had to leave Wilma and go back

a new

about it, a big hand suddenly reached out and pressed on her forehead. Rosalie froze as she looked up

muttered, “I know. I’ll buy

want from now on.”

keeps wanting dresses.” She bit

the longer she looked at him, the more

picked up

his hand had already put the photo