The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 224

“Are you really going to go shopping here?” She still couldn’t believe it.

“Why not?” He asked, “Didn’t you take me to the night market before? It’s similar to what it is here.”

“But I didn’t know your identity at that time,” Rosalie replied in a daze. “If I knew you were Jonathan, I wouldn’t have taken you to the night market for clothes,” she thought.

“What’s the difference? I am your ‘Jon’ in the past and in the future,” he said as he looked at her seriously.

That look tugged at her heartstrings. “Well… Let’s go eat,” she said, pouting as he followed him to the food street.

In the past, when Rosalie was in college, she often came here with her classmates. Later, she started to work and naturally went there less.

After she spent three years in prison, she struggled to make ends meet after her release. She did not even shop here.

It was already evening, and the crowd in the area was growing. Rosalie and Jonathan decided to buy some snacks and corn dogs while they shopped.

Although they were on a food street, many small stalls were selling clothes, accessories, and various other items.

Because the price of the goods was cheap, most of the people who came here to visit were students.

As Rosalie walked, she noticed that many young women would glance at Jonathan from time to time. In the eyes of ordinary women, Jonathan appeared as handsome as a top idol.

Back then, when she had gone to the night market with him, his bangs had covered most of his eyes. Now, he had combed his bangs backward, revealing his full forehead and exposing his face.

stall selling hair accessories, Rosalie said, “Oh, I need to buy some hair ties.” The ones

ties she usually bought were cheap, 1 dollar

a stall here, she

hair tie on Rosalie’s head and noticed

the stall, examined the hair ties on display, and then selected the most affordable one before negotiating with the owner for a

her up and left

good bargain

He hadn’t realized that the hair ties she used were so cheap

the vendor just now for the cheap hair

had

Jonathan cut her off and asked, “Is it really that hard for you to let me

her breath and couldn’t help but wonder if he

rider at a small diner. You didn’t want to depend on me, and I respect that,” he said. He then took a deep breath. “But even a

to

rely on me, but that

a comfortable life where she wouldn’t have to worry about every dollar. He

in his chest couldn’t be suppressed and began to surface.

that his anger

and been willing to fight for her

the one who had ruined her life. He had transformed her from a promising lawyer into someone with a criminal record, making

and said to Jonathan, “Okay, I see. Then

she was afraid of