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

said Rosalie while turning around,

per his request. When she returned every night, if

directly into the room. “Are you just going to say good night to me,

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

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

have missed you so much, Rosie. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he murmured. His low voice sounded like the most beautiful,

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

Rosie?” His breath brushed past her

knowing how to

time, his sigh sounded in her ears. He then slowly straightened up and looked at her with a

She’s the only one to refuse to answer me. Yet, I

my hair,” he said while handing her the towel in his hand,

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

the matter? Didn’t you often wipe my hair when we were in the rental home, Rosie?”

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

covered his face

puppy, at her mercy, drying his hair as she wished. Rosalie

how can I harbor such thoughts? I’m afraid

the strength to fight back. Can it be because of his gentleness at the moment that I

while, she felt his hair was almost dried and took off the towel, saying, “It’s done.”

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

staring at her. It seemed to have unknowingly attracted one’s entire being, tempting one to have