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.

state he was in right then resembled a helpless

might have been dreaming of a scene from childhood, which meant he was

and muttered tenderly, “Good boy. Sleep now. No one

never received much care and affection from her only grandfather after her mother’s death and the subsequent passing of her father, who froze

the snow.

I think about it, Jonathan’s childhood is far less fortunate

depths of Rosalie’s heart twinged

felt sorry for the child who had to stay strong alone at a tender age and was tricked into consuming sleeping pills by a deceptively kind housekeeper in a foreign household.

man she no longer loved, only because

be left on my own…” His tone was in full-blown panic while dreaming, and a never-before-seen vulnerability

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

as if

sat up and surveyed the room.

he was the only one

lowered his gaze gingerly, and it remained fixed on

forced her to stay in this manor, she still wouldn’t remain by his side like his parents. They still left him in their respective ways, no matter

was ultimately still left to fend for himself.

mused, ‘All on my own, just like before… What did it matter, anyway? Haven’t I always

meeting her?

only rely on

being pierced recurringly by a needle began spreading in his body.

pushed open, and a figure entered

gazed blankly at the advancing silhouette, and a look of

you woke up.” Rosalie placed the oatmeal on