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

night,” said Rosalie while

night, if he was home, she was

he grabbed her hand and pulled her directly into the room. “Are you just going to say good

Her countenance obviously

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

Rosie. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he murmured. His low voice sounded like the most beautiful, resonating music.

was a numbness, followed by the rush of blood

Rosie?” His breath brushed past her neck.

bit her lips, not knowing how to answer him. The room suddenly became silent.

ears. He then slowly straightened up and looked at

to answer me. Yet, I can do

towel in his

stared blankly at him as he bent down again and nudged his

often wipe my hair when we were in the rental home, Rosie?” he asked with raised eyebrows

then. It’s totally different now,” Rosalie thought, pursing her lips. Then, she covered his head

towel covered his face had made her relax slightly.

Rosalie had an inexplicable feeling as if she were his dictator, and he was bowing

and laughed at herself, thinking, “Oh my, how can

He can do 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 have

felt his hair was almost dried and

and ruffled from her drying. The bangs, which covered his forehead and most of his

the bangs were fixedly staring at her. It seemed to have unknowingly attracted one’s entire being, tempting one to have a