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.

opened. Jonathan was wearing a bathrobe, and his hair was still slightly wet. Obviously,

Rosalie while

returned every night, if he was home,

directly into the room. “Are you just

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

sniffed the scent radiating through her. It was a sweet-smelling scent

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

as though her heart was struck by something. There was a numbness, followed by the rush of blood that flowed

Rosie?” His breath brushed past

her lips, not knowing how to answer him.

and looked at her with a pair of bewitchingly flirtatious yet

only one to refuse to answer me. Yet, I can

in

blankly at him as he bent down

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

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

the towel covered his face

her mercy, drying his hair as she wished. Rosalie had

she caught and laughed at herself, thinking, “Oh my, how can I harbor such

have the strength to fight back. Can it be because of his gentleness at the moment that I have such an illusion?”

his hair was almost dried and took off the

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

seemed to have unknowingly attracted one’s entire being, tempting