The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 179

In the past, Jonathan would never leave the Youngblood residence on this day, even if something big happened at night. He would spend the entire night by his father’s memorial tablet, reminding himself not to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Year after year, it had always been the case.

But tonight. it changed!

Rosalie was taken out of the hospital by Jonathan.

A black car stopped at the hospital entrance. After getting inside, Rosalie felt as if she were in a dream. She had anticipated tonight to be a nightmare, but she never expected him to show up.

He put

his hand on her and asked, “Scared?” Even at this moment, her hand still trembled slightly.

Rosalie bit her lower lip and nodded. Indeed, how could she not be scared: It was as if her fate was entirely in someone else’s hands, and all her struggles felt so helpless.

It was like someone else’s words could determine her life or death.

“I was careless today,” Jonathan said. “I thought my grandfather wouldn’t bother you for the time being. I never expected him to be so impatient and choose today of all days.”

She was stunned. “Today… Is there anything special?”

When she asked that, his expression subtly changed. He pursed his thin lips, and his beautiful, deep-set eyes stared straight at her as if he was going to swallow her whole.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became depressed.

Rosalie felt uneasy, wanting to pull her hand back, but Jonathan tightened his grip, holding her hand firmly in his palm. He stared at her silently for a while before turning to look out of the window.

there something that can’t be

now, she had felt as if she had touched upon

at the Youngblood residence. Rosalie followed Jonathan out of

some rest. My grandfather made his move today and already knew the answer he wanted. He won’t casually bother you again, so you don’t need to be afraid anymore.” Jonathan said. As grandfather and grandson, he could casily understand the reason behind Leonard’s choice

she noticed he wasn’t heading toward his room next to hers, but was instead walking in the direction of

thought and was stunned for a moment.

night, she lay in bed. Somehow, she couldn’t fall asleep, tossing and turning.

replaying in her mind the scene of Jonathan walking toward the stairs, thinking. “Where was he going? Wasn’t he going back to his room?” She had a nagging feeling

at the door between their two rooms.

had to do was push open that door to find out whether he had returned to

have any curiosity at all!” She kept telling herself this in her mind, but her hand couldn’t

looked around the room through the faint light coming

in the room. So, where could he be? Downstairs?” she wondered.

Rosalie reached downstairs, she

explain why. After not finding him in

was very large. Besitles the main house, there were rooms

really explored it and had no idea just how

and as far as the eye could

but ask herself, “Why

in the

so she felt grateful. And now, all she wanted was to

glimmer of light caught

small, separate house not far ahead. The house’s windows

when Rosalie approached did she find the plaque in front