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

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

two of them really bear

for Jonathan were gradually deepening unconsciously. “Have

was what filled her mind at

breakfast, Jonathan drove Rosalie to the former rental home. When Rosalie

of dust.

she had not been back for almost two

all the important items. The

many things, she managed

planning to do with

she

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

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

down, Jonathan reckoned that those clothes must have

on her and replace all of her

Besides, it took the woman a heck of effort to finally

I’ll be back soon.” As Rosalie spoke, she wanted to pick up the packed pots, pans/and bedding and go to

those things first and proclaimed, “I’ll do it. Open

responded, then walked to

while carrying the bedding with another hand as he

door.

closed the door behind her and followed

empty.” Rosalie was quite embarrassed to let Jonathan carry all

the way,”

he dropped that statement, he seemed rather