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

the difference in strength between men and

to get drunk?” Calvin murmured with a trace of broken hoarseness in his cold

mistaking me for. You’d better let go of

close to hers. The

smell of alcohol gave

be able to communicate with him. But how could she communicate with a

“Mr. Gunner,

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

could go all out to fight for her, confront Jonathan and

you her?” Rosalie didn’t know who Calvin was talking about, but when Calvin put his hand on her face, her hair

sense of danger

this day of that year, you carried me down the hill… You said you will protect me… and let me not be

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

expected Calvin to cry before her. The man, who had always brought a sense of alienation, coldness, and nobility, inexplicably gave her a familiar feeling at the

as if she

a headache like a pinprick…

much…” Calvin murmured, and

slap sounded in the night.

was a burning pain. It was obvious that she just slapped

side, the air around

a deathly silence.

turned his head slowly and fixed his eyes on Rosalie. But now, his eyes become much clearer from

and turned around without saying

did Rosalie press her hand against her dull aching