The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 237

Sensing her friend’s concerns, Rosalie reassured her, “It’s okay. I’ll uncover the truth, give justice to Melanie, and clear

own name!”

“Enough about me. How about you and Callum?” Rosalie asked in return.

my

“What else can there be? It’s just the same. We’re just like any other couple in a relationship.” Lillian shrugged. Sometimes, things appeared deceptively “normal,” and Rosalie could not help but feel she was genuinely in a relationship with Callum. There were moments when she would become so engrossed in the illusion of this “relationship” that she had to remind herself continuously that it was all a facade and Callum’s true intentions were driven solely by a desire for revenge once she fell in love with him.

“I still think that Callum may not be as vengeful as you imagine, Lillian,” Rosalie said. People like Callum had many ways to torment someone if they wanted revenge, and it did not make sense for him to choose such a convoluted and time-consuming approach.

“I hope it’s not as I imagine,” Lillian said, pouting slightly with a dismissive tone.

Rosalie knew that Lillian was still convinced that Callum was seeking revenge. However, since Rosalie did not have much information about Callum, she chose not to say more on the subject.

Certain things could only be understood through experience.

However, no matter what, she did not want Lillian to get hurt.

The two of them exited the restroom and walked toward the private room.

As they opened the door, they were greeted by the sight of Callum with one hand resting on the table and the other propping up the back of the chair where Jonathan was sitting. Callum leaned over, engaged in a conversation with him. Their gazes were almost level, and their faces were extremely close.

Rosalie and Lillian were both taken aback by the situation, with Lillian even theatrically gasping in surprise.

“What’s… going on here?” Lillian could not help but exclaim. She felt as if she had stumbled upon a scene of great beauty, akin to a painting, with roses from a romantic comic book seemingly blossoming around the tableau.

deduce that Lillian’s mind was once again filled with chaotic thoughts, judging

up and returned to his seat

really nothing,” Jonathan added with a faint smile. “Mr. White and I were just having a casual

postures and proximity for a casual conversation?” Lillian could

If we leave now, we should arrive around four or five o’clock, Jonathan suggested

it was time to settle the bill, Jonathan took the initiative

Whenever you are free, we all should meet up again,” Callum suggested, his tone

no problem,”

of them left the restaurant, and Jonathan drove them

so riding in Lillian’s relatively inexpensive

her old car. Who would have thought that one day, her car would be driven by Jonathan?

gleam in Lillian’s eyes and inexplicably

arrived back in Strico, they first stopped at the Youngblood residence, and Jonathan and Rosalie got out of the car.

you next time.” Lillian and

on your way

she and Jonathan

fixed on the iron gate where Jonathan and Rosalie had disappeared. She kept staring until Callum’s impatient voice reached her ears. “Have you seen

the big deal?” Lillian muttered. When she had seen Jonathan for the first

not consider him a vagrant, let alone a local tycoon capable of making waves in

next moment, a pair of hands held Lillian’s face, turning her gaze toward Callum’s face. “What is this? Were you not saying just the other day that

own saliva at his words, thinking where on earth did he get the idea that she had taken

was merely expressing her astonishment at the fact that Rosalie and Jonathan

Callum, who could be regarded as her creditor, she did not want to

“How could that be? I could never have feelings for Jonathan. I was just… um, offering