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.”

Rosalie said, but his arms held her so hard that her struggle was useless.

strength between men and women became

really drunk. Do you know how much I want to get drunk?” Calvin murmured with a

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

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

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

to communicate with him. But

“Mr. Gunner,

face. “Behave myself? I’ve been… behaving myself too much… So I

fight for her, confront Jonathan and even do more for her.

didn’t know who Calvin was talking about, but when Calvin put his hand on her

danger was around

hand at that time. On this day of that year, you carried me down the hill… You said you will protect me… and let me not be afraid…”

voice sounded in the night breeze. His eyes were red and tears fell down

brought a sense of alienation, coldness, and nobility,

as if

headache like a

Calvin murmured, and his lips almost touched Rosalie’s as his

sounded in

pain. It was obvious

slapped to one side, the air around him seemed to have

was a

slowly and fixed his eyes on Rosalie. But now, his eyes become much clearer from the vagueness before.

turned around without saying a

her hand against