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

difference in strength between

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

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

put his face close to hers. The

strong smell of

communicate with him. But how could she

“Mr. Gunner,

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

fight for her, confront Jonathan and even

but when Calvin put his hand on her face, her hair stood on end

danger was around

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

sounded in the night breeze. His eyes

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

if she had been…

a headache like a

murmured,

slap sounded in

slightly. Her right palm was a burning pain. It was obvious that she just slapped

to one side, the air

a deathly

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

grip of his fingers on Rosalie and turned around without saying a word.

hand against