The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 556

What did it mean when he said he was willing to consume the medicine she gave him? Was it trust?

If that were so, why didn’t he trust her feelings if he could do so toward the medicine she provided? Perhaps they wouldn’t have broken up if he’d had more faith in her from the start.

At this point, such trust was more like a kind of irony.

Jonathan’s brows were furrowed, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead despite being asleep.

Therefore, Rosalie took a towel from the bathroom and gently wiped his forehead.

“Mom… Mom…” he called out intermittently. His voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper. She had to draw closer to him to decipher what he was saying.

“Could he be dreaming about his mother?” Rosalie thought.

She remembered Jonathan mentioning that his mother abandoned him and his father when he was still very young, as she could no longer stand living an impoverished lifestyle.

She had never shown up in his life since then, even after many years had passed.

Besides, Rosalie remembered the wound on his chest. While the scar had now lightened, it had almost cost him his life.

She could picture how dangerous the situation had been from the fading scar. A child would have easily met their end with such an injury.

It had been inflicted on him when his mother pushed him away when he begged her to stay.

“Mom, don’t leave me alone… Don’t abandon me… and Dad…” Jonathan’s eyebrows knitted together even tighter. His head began shaking slightly as his broken voice escaped his lips incessantly.

A new layer of sweat had formed on his forehead despite her wiping it a while ago.

he was in right then resembled a helpless child.

scene from childhood, which meant he was a child in his

sweat beading on his forehead once more and muttered tenderly, “Good

her mother passed on. Yet, she never received much care and affection from her only grandfather after her mother’s death and the subsequent

the snow.

I think about it, Jonathan’s childhood is far less fortunate than mine!”

Rosalie’s heart twinged in

strong alone at a tender age and was tricked into consuming sleeping pills by a deceptively kind housekeeper in a foreign

this man she no longer loved,

my own…” His tone was in full-blown panic while dreaming, and a

on your own,” she went along gently with his words. All she wanted at that moment was to alleviate his

sweat when he awakened and felt as if all the energy in his

and surveyed the

silence, and he was the only one

gaze gingerly, and it remained fixed on his bare

remain by his side like his parents. They still left him

ultimately still left to fend for

did it matter, anyway? Haven’t I always

meeting her?

rely on themselves in this

being pierced recurringly by a needle

moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure entered

advancing silhouette, and a look of

awake. I just cooked some oatmeal. I was going to give it to you after you woke up.” Rosalie placed the oatmeal on the nightstand while speaking and naturally stretched