The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chatper 556

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.

was in right then resembled

dreaming of a scene from childhood,

forehead once more and muttered tenderly,

received much care and affection from her only grandfather

the snow.

think about it, Jonathan’s childhood is far

of Rosalie’s heart twinged in pain..

a tender age and was tricked into consuming

herself internally she felt sympathy for this man she no longer loved, only because he was sick/

own…” His tone was in full-blown panic while dreaming, and a never-before-seen vulnerability marred his

not going to discard you nor leave you on your own,” she went along gently with his words. All she wanted at that moment was to alleviate his insecurity exactly as

and felt as if all the energy in his body had

and surveyed

he was the only one in the

here?” He lowered his gaze gingerly, and it remained fixed on

she still wouldn’t remain by his side like his parents. They still left him in their respective ways, no matter how fervently he pleaded for them

was ultimately still left to fend for

What did it matter, anyway? Haven’t I always

meeting her?

on themselves in this

pierced recurringly by

door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure entered the room.

silhouette, and a look

to you after you woke up.” Rosalie placed the oatmeal on the nightstand while speaking and

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