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

good night,” said Rosalie while turning around,

night, if he was home,

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

and looked at him innocently with her almond-shaped eyes. Her countenance obviously indicated

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

Rosie. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he murmured. His low voice sounded

There was a numbness, followed by

you miss me, Rosie?” His breath brushed past

her lips, not knowing how to answer him. The

ears. He then slowly straightened up and looked at her with

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 of myself,” he thought.

said while handing her the towel in his hand, which he

as he bent down again and

in the rental home, Rosie?” he asked with

pursing her lips. Then, she covered his head with the towel and began to dry his wet

the towel covered his face had made her

a well-behaved puppy, at her mercy, drying his hair as she wished. Rosalie had an inexplicable feeling as if she were his dictator, and

my, how can I

helpless in front of Jonathan. 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

almost dried and

bangs, which covered his forehead and most of his eyes, made Rosalie feel as if she was

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