The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 182

He would not say these words in the past, but at this moment, seeing her standing in front of his father’s memorial tablet, the words flowed naturally from his lips.

It was as if only in her presence could he confess the feelings he had buried deep within him.

“Speaking of which, my father must have met many beautiful women in his lifetime, and there were probably women even more beautiful than her. Yet, he gave up everything for this woman. He was quite the fool,” Jonathan murmured.

“Your father might not have loved your mother just because she was beautiful. When a person truly falls in love with someone, appearance may not be that important. And… they would probably fall in love anyway, no matter she or he is good or bad,” Rosalie said.

Jonathan’s eyes flashed slightly, and his gaze fixed firmly on Rosalie. “Perhaps… Just as you said, when you truly love someone, appearance may not be that important…”

Just like how he loved her. He had certainly encountered women more beautiful, more skilled in understanding a man’s heart, and more accommodating than her. Yet, he inexplicably favored the feeling she gave him.

He liked it when she cared for him, the gentle warmth that flowed like calm waters, her calling him “Jon,” and the nights when she held his hand as they slept.

His gaze seemed to imply something, enveloping her completely, rendering her unable to move.

It wasn’t until Rosalie finished burning the incense for Jonathan’s father that he stood up, walked over to a photograph of his mother, and set it on fire. Then, he extinguished the candles.

“Why did you burn your mother’s photograph?” she asked, puzzled.

“I burn this photo every year on this day,” Jonathan explained. “It’s done. Let’s go.”

Rosalie blinked and checked the time. It was just past midnight, and a new day had begun.

“Why do you burn the photograph at this time every year?” she asked curiously. Then, as if realizing her inappropriate question, she hastily added, “Oh, you don’t have to answer. I was just curious.”

should be focusing on distancing herself from him, but somehow, it seemed like she was

together, no matter how late it was. Burning her photo lets my father know that one day, I will find her and bring

his mother’s photo, reminding himself not to forget her face, so he wouldn’t fail

and

room, several night watchmen gathered around the monitor, watching the two people leave the

Leighton really came out

even holding

were someone else entering that hall, they might not

his head abruptly, as if he were looking directly at

guards fell silent immediately, not

Jonathan stop walking, Rosalie couldn’t help but wonder.

Jonathan lowered his head and

they returned to the main room, Rosalie asked, “How do

he

caused by an old problem, you should still see a doctor and take care of yourself. Some illnesses, if neglected, can turn into serious ones,”

are you concerned about me?” He smiled.

a doctor to take good care

dumbfounded, thinking, “What is he

her? How could someone like

such words?”

and approached her face, whispering in a low-pitched cello voice, “If I’m willing to listen to you, will you like me

wanted her affection. Originally, he only wanted her to stay by his side, but at some

to trap her beside him like this. He wanted her to love him, for her to like only him, and