The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 230

Rosalie pondered and concurred with the man’s idea, hence bobbing her head. “Okay.”

On the heels of that, she buried herself in breakfast, while Jonathan gazed at the woman feasting with a faint smile. The way she took one bite after another of the pancake and baguette, not to mention the gesture she scooped the custard pudding with a tiny spoon, were all royally adorable in his eyes.

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, alongside her smooth forehead, delicate face, tranquil eyes, celestial nose, and pink lips-it was picturesque, so much so that it elevated his mood.

He had never thought that one day he would fall in love with a woman like her. Then again, it seemed to have happened naturally.

While Rosalie was eating, she inadvertently looked up and met Jonathan’s deep eyes. For a moment there, she only felt that her mind seemed to go blank upon being attracted to those eyes of his.

“What’s… wrong?” she asked in puzzlement.

“Nothing. I just think you’re really good-looking, Rosie,” said Jonathan.

Rosalie felt embarrassed, thinking, “Why did he say such a thing after having come across a plethora of beautiful women before?” Furthermore, in recent years, she had not been truly taking great care of her appearance. She, for one, knew that.. she looked, at most, average at present, and her image was a far cry from the definition of “good-looking.”

However, Jonathan’s eyes and expression were evidence of how serious he was.

“Well, is this because beauty is in the eye of the beholder?” Rosalie wondered. Then and there, she blurted out, “You… You’d better start eating now, or the food will turn cold and won’t taste good anymore.”

A chuckle came from the man. “Okay.” He then lowered his head and began to dig into his plate of pancake, baguette, and custard pudding.

Rosalie observed Jonathan as he ate his share of breakfast. It was nothing more than a simple meal, and even the pancake and baguette were wrapped in paper bags. One would have to handle the food with bare hands. Still, Jonathan’s way of eating screamed no less of elegance.

It was not an exaggeration to say that he could even pose for an advertisement.

The fact was, he was the good-looking one among them.

of Strico, would have breakfast at such a

that, but one could only wonder what the odds were for Rosalie to date a guy like Jonathan.

two of them really bear offspring,

for Jonathan were gradually deepening unconsciously. “Have I fallen for him

what filled

When Rosalie opened the door, the gust

of dust.

about it, she had not been back for almost two

all the important items. The rest were merely clothes and shoes for changing seasons, some bedding, and some

many things, she managed to pack them rather

are you planning to do with these?” Jonathan

she

in and sell them for some cash to the collector somewhere near the traffic junction. As for these clothes and shoes, I’m going to wear them

clothes and shoes Rosalie was going to keep, only to find that they were all worn and torn. Although some of them seemed to be made from

Jonathan reckoned that those clothes must have been her belongings

on her and replace all of her old stuff with good and new ones, he figured that it all

he was hasty, he would end up frightening her. Besides, it took the woman a heck of effort to finally lower her

As Rosalie spoke, she wanted to pick up the packed pots, pans/and

one step ahead of her. He grabbed hold of those things

she quickly responded, then walked

pots and pans with one hand while

door.

the door

you let me take one? Anyway, my hands are empty.” Rosalie was

the

that statement, he seemed rather