The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 559

Calvin had, after all, been scratched by her before.

“Let go of my hand…” Rosalie’s voice wavered as she spoke to Jonathan while Levi changed the needle. “When the pain hits, I might hurt you.”

“So what?” Jonathan raised his free hand, gently wiping off the sweat on her forehead. “So only Calvin can get hurt on your behalf, but I can’t?”

A sudden tremor ran through Rosalie’s body. Before she could say anything, Levi resumed inserting the needles.

The pain was excruciating. Rosalie gritted her teeth, enduring the pain. Her forehead, wiped clean of sweat moments ago, now bore a fresh layer. Beads of sweat, the size of beans, relentlessly slid down her cheeks.

Jonathan just stared at Rosalie intently without uttering a word. Even with the back of his hands bearing the marks of her scratching, it was as if he felt no pain.

On one could say that at this moment, his entire focus was solely on Rosalie.

Pain etched her face, her struggle evident as she fought to suppress and endure the pain. She clenched her jaw, veins bulging on her forehead and the back of her hand.

At last, when Levi concluded the treatment, Rosalie felt as if her entire being was on the brink of collapsing.

“Done. We’ll proceed with the third treatment one week later,” Levi told Rosalie. “Remember not to expose the wound to water for 24 hours.”

“Thanks…” Rosalie, her face drained of color, let out an exhale and expressed be her gaze settled on her hand entwined with Jonathan’s.

gratitude. It was only at this moment that

her outburst. Rosalie could feel a throbbing pain in her fingertips, let alone Jonathan, the one

moment, their hands were securely entwined and seemed to be glued together. Rosalie attempted to withdraw her fingers, but she found

Jonathan carefully separated their hands, his complexion tinged with a hint of paleness,

her and instructed Carlos, who was waiting

Carlos replied.

carried Rosalie out of the room,

me. I only had my hand treated; I can still walk,” Rosalie said.

another way for you?

I’ve experienced.” Furrowing his brows, Jonathan pondered, “What does she mean by the ‘worst’? Is it the pain she endured in prison? Did the

in his heart. He had always known that she had suffered a lot in prison, but witnessing her pain today made it more real.

felt as if even breathing was

his silent acceptance of the torment she endured, the regret he felt now was unparalleled. It was a regret so profound that it engulfed

her hands and kissed her fingertips. “I wish I fell in

seemed to be tinged with a touch of choking.

he could appear in front of her before she went to prison, use all his strength to

everything was too late.

astonishment at the man kissing her fingertips. The warmth from his lips lingered on her skin, and her body seemed to gradually warm up.

“Jonathan, you…”

wrong,” he interrupted her with a murmur. Until now, he had never admitted his mistakes to anyone, but here he was before her, saying,

been indifferent when she was