The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 444

When Jonathan lived with Rosalie previously, they also had such a conversation.

Back then, she had answered, “Yes, of course. I like you, Jon!” Rosalie grinned. It was a drunken smile, but her answer was exactly the same as before.

At that moment, she seemed to return to the time when they got along because she was drunk. Back then, she was Rosie, and he was Jon.

“So if I were a good boy, would you be willing to be my Rosie?” Jonathan wanted Rosalie to stay with him with that identity.

Although Jonathan could not give Rosalie love, he could give her something else.

He could fulfill all her dreams and ambitions. Jonathan could make those who looked down on Rosalie kneel before her and let her become a person above all others.

He could do it as long as Rosalie would stay with him.

Perhaps only in that way would Jonathan feel less uncomfortable.

Rosalie murmured, “Okay, but… I’m always your Rosie. Jon, don’t be afraid. I will… protect you…,will protect you…”

Her eyelids gradually drooped as she spoke, and her voice became lower. In the end, her head tilted, and she fell asleep.

Jonathan gently helped her lie down, covered her with the thin quilt, and raised his hand to stroke her messy hair.

“If you really want to protect me, just stay by my side. In this way! I won’t feel pain,” murmured Jonathan in a low voice. The palm of his left hand was slowly placed on his chest where his heart was.

Jonathan once thought that as long as he did not love Rosalie, his emotions would not be controlled by her anymore. His destiny could also be controlled by himself.

However, it turned out he could not stand it even when Rosalie left.

He wanted to keep her by his side and always see her.

but wanted

dismissed the idea of sending

soup. Then, I’ll send her back when she’s awake. Besides, the vest she’s holding has

with resentment. He had never seen Lillian hold onto his clothes like a

eager to grasp another man’s

drove to his mansion and brought

soup,” ordered Callum

curiously at Lillian, who had flushing red

her hands.

doesn’t look right. Did Ms. Quinn do something?”

year. During that period, Callum, in her eyes, usually masked his emotions well, and others could not figure out

calmness seemed to have shattered whenever

emotions at a glance.

went to prepare the hangover remedy soup. Callum let Lillian sit on the couch and said, “I’ll drive you

“I don’t want to go home. I want to keep watching the show. Y-You send

you had to work but went to that kind of

drunk, she still knew that it was her fault.

didn’t tell you I was going to the bar!” murmured Lillian as if she was still

were not for the picture she posted

Lillian whined.

annoyed to see her holding a vest that another man

it after a lot of effort!” Lillian

“Snatched

of anger. “Why

course. You don’t even know how

are they?” His voice sounded with a hint of danger. Callum approached her and placed his hands on the couch beside her, trapping her.

Charming…” She almost could