The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 370

It seemed that she had to figure out the reason for her dream and headache.

Rosalie made up her mind secretly and made an appointment with Robin Erickson on her phone.

Just after Rosalie finished the call, Carlos knocked on the door and entered Jonathan’s office.

“Jonathan, Ms. Leighton just contacted the clinical psychologist whose name is Robin Erickson, and she made an appointment with him. She will see him the day after tomorrow!

Jonathan lowered his head, held a pen with his slender fingers, and signed a document without pause. “I see.”

Carlos then left the office.

Just as Carlos was about to close the door, he heard a slight cracking sound coming from the office.

It was like something had been broken.

The door of the CEO’s Office was closed. Jonathan sat on a sofa chair and kept his previous position, but he had stopped signing.

The pen in his hand had been broken into two pieces, and there was a gloomy expression on his handsome face.

He thought, “Rosalie still wanted to find her lost memory about Calvin.

“Why? She said that she wanted to be with him forever, but why does she still want to find the memory related to another

man?

“Is this because no matter how much I love her and how loyal I am to her, she still cares about Calvin?”

“You put a huge weight on my back. I’m tired of carrying you.” A little girl seemed to be complaining.

“I… I’m sorry.” A little boy was sobbing, who seemed a bit embarrassed.

He had never thought that one day he would be carried by a girl. But now his feet hurt so much that he couldn’t walk.

leave the mountain as soon as possible, or those bad guys would find them sooner or later.

were not caught by them, they were in danger

he was afraid of

but as a result, his fear was sensed by the girl.

were so beautiful to the boy.

first time, he felt that these simple sentences could soothe

her back and

step, and her brightly patterned dress got many cuts.

knew how much

know you like this dress very much. I’ll ask my father to

it, he decided to require his father to find

You will give me a purple dress as a present, won’t you? I’m looking forward to receiving it!” She muttered. “But if the

was the memory Calvin

dress in it. The dress was patterned with small flowers the same as those on the girl’s

that dress

the years, he had formed a habit of asking tailors to make a purple dress with a different style every year, but the only thing that remained

girl liked

he didn’t give these

why. He didn’t give the silver

supporting him over these years would be gone once he gave thern to

figure out why he had such a

had been tensely thinking about what she said when she had a headache that day.

wondered if those words were really

scratched Calvin on his wrist had faded, but the feeling of being tightly grasped by

truth!” Calvin murmured, holding the purple dress in the wardrobe

behaved as if he had been hugging his loved

darkness. She touched her forehead and found

with the little boy on her back, and she could even feel that the little girl was having a hard time in the

leave that boy

dream seemed to appear more and more frequently. The scenes in the dream would have

doubted that the content of the