The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 443

Jonathan’s temper was extremely cold, and Callum showed no signs of backing down.

The noise around them seemed to be isolated.

Carlos, standing behind Jonathan, felt a cold sweat run down his back. If Jonathan did get into a fight with Callumn, then things would get worse.

Although the White family’s territory was not in Strico, once they fought with the Youngblood family, both would suffer losses.

Besides, Callum was ruthless and scheming despite his elegant demeanor as a gentleman.

Otherwise, an illegitimate child like Callum would not be the head of the White family.

Just then, Rosalie, in Jonathan’s arms, said, “Lillian, Jon came to pick me up. We’ll see the show… next time…”

“Okay. So… next time!” Lillian replied.

The atmosphere at the scene was eased by the two drunk women. Jonathan had a cold expression while walking out of the bar with Rosalie in his arms, and Carlos quickly followed him.

Meanwhile, Callum wanted to take Lillian away, but she was obviously reluctant. “How about we watch it together?”

Callum mentally remarked, “Watch it? If I really watched it with her, I would probably be pissed off!”

At that moment, Callum only wanted to cleanse her sight and wash away all the obscene scenes she had seen.

Callum directly Carried Lillian onto his shoulder, led her out of the bar, and threw her firmly into the passenger seat.

Lillian was still muttering, “I-I haven’t watched enough yet. Why did you bring me out? Callum, y-you can’t stop me from pursuing music…”

“Very well. She’s not that drunk and could still

down to help Lillian fasten her seatbelt. Then he helped

still holding the vest she had managed

Callum snatched it, he feared onlookers

started the engine to leave the place.

in the opposite direction from the rearview mirror. It

Jonathan sitting

he doesn’t want to?” Callum muttered in his

that the person she loves is me. I will never break up with her in my life.

with me in her life, and I’m the only man she can like.

Carlos was driving the car in fear. He could not figure

the back seat, Jonathan looked at Rosalie

drunk. How can she lean on my arm so intimately if she’s not drunk? Otherwise, she must want

Jonathan’s neck and looked at the

could rely on…” Rosalie mused. Then she murmured, “Jon, you know

Jonathan frowned. “Happy?”

really forget a lot of problems,” Rosalie

moment.

held Jonathan like that as if she was relaxed

liked the one with the dyed white hair the best, but um… I preferred the one with black hair. I think Aploth men look best

she grabbed, she would give it to me…” Rosalie continued. But Carlos could feel the atmosphere in the car getting increasingly tense. He was roaring in his heart, hoping that Rosalie would stop talking.

get

you like the man with the black hair,” Jonathan’s cold voice rang in the car.

black-haired man in the band.

replied, nodding.