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.”

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

difference in strength between men

how much I want to

who you’re mistaking me for. You’d better let go of

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

Rosalie, and the strong smell of alcohol

in a normal state, she might be able to communicate with him. But how

“Mr. Gunner, behave yourself.”

face. “Behave myself? I’ve been… behaving myself too much… So I gave up without even any fighting. Why aren’t you

woman”, he could go all out to fight

Calvin was talking about, but when Calvin put his hand on her face, her

sense of danger

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

cold and choking voice sounded in the night breeze. His eyes were red and tears fell down his face.

brought a sense of alienation, coldness, and nobility, inexplicably gave her a familiar feeling at the

as if she

had a headache like

so much…” Calvin murmured, and his lips

sounded

pain. It

the air around him seemed

was a deathly silence.

and fixed his eyes on Rosalie. But now, his eyes become much clearer

of his fingers on Rosalie and turned around without saying a word. Then he staggered away and got into a

her hand against her dull