The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 189

At that moment, Loretta looked at the portrait in a daze, and disbelief filled her eyes.

She thought of when she had previously passed by the studio and wanted to enter for a look, but Calvin had angrily stopped

her.

Therefore, she could not contain her curiosity and pushed open the studio’s door and walked in.

Never could she expect to see a portrait of Rosalie. It was not the grown Rosalie, but when she was a child.

In the portrait, a little girl was carrying a boy on her back. The face of the little girl was exactly that of Rosalie when she was

young.

In particular, the little girl was wearing a floral-print dress. She remembered having seen a similar floral-print dress in Rosalie’s photo album.

“What the hell is going on? Why is it that among the paintings in Calvin’s studio, there’s one of Rosalie? What is the relationship between Calvin and Rosalie?” she wondered.

At that time, there were too many doubts running through Loretta’s mind. Meanwhile, an unparalleled panic rose in her heart. The panic was much stronger than the uneasiness that had engulfed her before.

It was as though all that she had finally gained painstakingly was about to be taken away by Rosalie.

“No. It can’t. I won’t let that happen. Regardless of the kind of relationship Rosalie has with Calvin, I’m Calvin’s girlfriend. In the future, the person marrying into the Gunner family and becoming the lady of the prominent/family can only be me,” she thought.

Rosalie returned to the Youngblood residence. When she reached Jonathan’s bedroom, she hesitated momentarily and finally knocked on the door.

bathrobe, and his hair was still slightly wet. Obviously, he had just taken a

night,” said Rosalie while

every night, if he was

he grabbed her hand and pulled her directly into the room. “Are you just going to say good night to me, Rosie?” asked

almond-shaped eyes. Her countenance obviously indicated that she had come by just to bid him good

Rosalie, buried his face in her shoulder, and sniffed the scent radiating through her. It was a sweet-smelling scent

it all day,” he murmured. His low voice sounded like

felt as though her heart was struck by something. There was a numbness, followed

His breath brushed

knowing how to answer

He then slowly straightened up and looked at her with a pair of bewitchingly flirtatious

to miss me. She’s the only one to refuse to answer me. Yet, I can do nothing about her. It appears that in her presence, I’m becoming less and less

while handing her the towel in his hand, which he had initially

stared blankly at him as he bent down again

my hair when we were in the rental home, Rosie?” he asked with raised eyebrows while looking at

different now,” Rosalie thought, pursing her lips. Then, she covered his head

fact that the towel covered his face had made her

she wished. Rosalie had an inexplicable feeling as if she were his dictator, and he was bowing to her in obedience.

thinking, “Oh my, how can I harbor such thoughts?

with me at will, and I’ll not have the strength to fight back. Can it be because of his gentleness at the moment that I

felt his hair was almost dried and took off the towel, saying, “It’s

hair was messy and ruffled from her drying. The bangs, which covered his forehead and most of his eyes,

unknowingly attracted one’s entire being, tempting one to have a good look at his entire face.