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

night,” said Rosalie while turning around, wanting to leave.

his request. When she returned every night, if he was

pulled her directly into the room. “Are you just going

at him innocently with her almond-shaped eyes. Her countenance obviously indicated that she had come by just

her shoulder, and sniffed the scent radiating through her. It was

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

numbness, followed by the rush

you miss me, Rosie?” His breath brushed past

knowing how to answer him.

straightened up and looked at her with a pair of bewitchingly flirtatious yet helpless eyes, saying, “It’s just you

Yet, I can do nothing about her. It appears that in

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

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

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

was then. It’s totally different now,” Rosalie thought, pursing her lips. Then, she covered his head with the towel and began to dry his wet hair.

covered his face had made her

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

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

have the strength to fight back.

dried and took off the towel, saying,

and most of his eyes, made Rosalie feel as if she was seeing

bangs were fixedly staring at her. It seemed to have unknowingly attracted one’s entire