The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 290

It was… Calvin!

He was wearing a white shirt and beige trousers, looking a bit casual. His blonde hair seemed to be slightly messy. The cold moonlight shone on him and didn’t reflect his delicate features too brightly.

But at that moment, Rosalie felt Calvin was a little different from usual. In his black eyes on her, there was not the usual indifferent feeling, but rather a hint of vagueness.

His eyes made Rosalie uncomfortable as if he was looking at something through her.

As Calvin walked closer to Rosalie, she felt the smell of alcohol hit her.

“Did you drink?” Rosalie asked subconsciously.

“Yes, a little.” Calvin chuckled and looked at her more intently.

Rosalie pursed her lips and said, “It’s late, so I must go back. Bye.” With that, she was about to leave.

But when she just took a step, Calvin suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.

Rosalie fell into a broad embrace at once. The strong smell of alcohol was much worse than what she had just felt during her standing.

She thought, “He must have drunk a lot! How much wine did he drink?”

“Let go of me!” Rosalie shouted.

But Calvin still held her tightly. “Tell me how can I find you? I’ve been looking for you for a long time, but I can’t find you! I can’t find you…”

Rosalie shuddered. She wondered in her heart, “Did he mistake me for someone else? So those words were not meant for

me.”

me first. You’re drunk,” Rosalie said, but his arms held her so hard that

such times, the difference in strength between men and women

wish I was really drunk. Do you know how much I want to get drunk?” Calvin murmured with a trace of broken hoarseness in his cold voice.

You’d better let

down and put his face close to hers. The tips of their noses

enveloped Rosalie, and the strong smell of alcohol gave her a

a normal state, she might be able to communicate

“Mr. Gunner,

face. “Behave myself? I’ve been… behaving myself too much… So I gave up without even

he could go all out to fight for her,

Calvin put his hand on her face, her hair stood on end and

sense of danger

hadn’t let go of your hand at that time. On this day of that year, you carried me down

breeze. His eyes were red and

to cry before her. The man, who had always brought a sense of alienation, coldness, and nobility,

as if

she had a headache like

I miss you so much… I miss you so much…” Calvin murmured,

clear slap sounded in

burning pain. It was obvious that

was slapped to one side, the

a

his head slowly and fixed his eyes on

around without saying a word. Then he staggered away and got into a nearby car.

now did Rosalie press her hand against her dull