The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 222

After a while, Rosalie eventually successfully guided Jonathan to cut the nail.

Her initial impression was that it was quite exhausting, to the point where even trimming her nails seemed more relaxing.

However, it appeared that Jonathan had unexpectedly developed an obsession with nail trimming. He meticulously examined the nails on Rosalie’s other fingers and then trimmed them individually.

Once all the trimming was done, he seemed reluctant to stop. He said, “If your nails grow long again, I’ll help you trim them.”

Rosalie suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

It was still noon, and it seemed too early to visit Aiden at the hospital.

Jonathan returned to his desk to attend to company/matters, while Rosalie took out her phone and browsed web pages.

Out of the blue, her focus was captured by a trending topic. The trend centered around Loretta. It hailed her as the ultimate victor in love and

career.

It also reported that Loretta had officially confirmed she would be attending the GF dinner event in Strico with Calvin. The event would bring together prominent figures from Strico. The news not only refuted previous rumors of their breakup, as mentioned by others but also showcased their flourishing relationship.

In that trending topic, there were also several pictures of Loretta endorsing products and photos of her gracing the

Cer of fashion magazines.

Certainly, there was no denying that Loretta currently had access to substantial resources. Nevertheless, Rosalie’s countenance briefly soured. It was evident that Loretta’s current achievements were inextricably linked to Calvin.

If they were to part ways, her prospects would unlikely remain as promising. Moreover, someone of Calvin’s disposition probably harbored an aversion to clinginess.

very least, Rosalie had witnessed the relentless manner in which Calvin handled his

outcome for Loretta in the

success or hardship, is no longer within my concern. Even though I had genuinely treated her like a sister in the past and would have worked hard

crept in. She leaned back on the couch, and her eyelids gradually grew heavier.

lying on the couch on her side, eyes closed, clearly fast asleep.

quietly walked to her. Her sleeping face was tranquil, and her curled eyelashes cast shadows on

way could bring a

a blanket from the adjacent lounge and

was a straightforward affair. However, only then did he understand that when one genuinely desired someone, they refrained from employing their authority to intimidate. Instead, they

he murmured softly, he asked, “When will you start loving me? How much longer do you want me to wait?” The only response within the office was

her eyes, she found herself gazing at a somewhat familiar ceiling in her groggy state. After a brief

and exclaimed, “I…

to sleep a

looked up at Jonathan, “I… I dozed off. Why didn’t

wanted to let you sleep a

was going to visit Aiden.

just before three o’clock in the afternoon, so she wouldn’t be late for her hospital

with you,” Jonathan declared, getting up

somewhat disheveled appearance following her earlier nap. Her hair was in disarray, so she swiftly took off the hair ties, gathered a handful of hair,

lightning-fast, and she managed to tie her hair into a ponytail in a mere five or six

“Do you always fix your hair that

to an abrupt stop. The painful experiences endured in prison were far from being a pleasant memory for

sorry,” Jonathan said softly.