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.”

Gunner, let go of me first. You’re drunk,” Rosalie said, but his arms held her so hard that her struggle was

the difference in strength between

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

mistaking me for. You’d

what?” Calvin looked down and put his face close to hers. The tips of their noses

smell of alcohol gave her a sense of

be able to communicate with him. But how could she

“Mr. Gunner, behave

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

was “the woman”, he could go all out to fight for her,

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

of danger was around

let go of your hand at that time. On this day of that year, you carried

breeze. His eyes were red and tears fell down

she never expected Calvin to cry before her. The man, who had always brought a sense of alienation, coldness, and nobility, inexplicably gave

if she had

headache like

miss you so much…” Calvin murmured, and his

sounded in the

burning pain. It was obvious that she just slapped Calvin

face was slapped to one side, the air

a deathly

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

Rosalie and turned around without saying a

Rosalie press her hand against her dull aching head.