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

bore the marks of her scratches, vivid evidence of her outburst. Rosalie could feel a throbbing pain in her fingertips, let alone Jonathan, the one who bore the brunt of

be glued together. Rosalie attempted to withdraw her fingers, but she found

the contrary, Jonathan carefully separated their hands, his complexion tinged with a hint of paleness, concern, and a touch of

was waiting on the side. “Take

Carlos replied.

carried Rosalie out of the room, heading toward the living

I only had my hand

to the couch, gently placing her down. “How about I find another way for you? I’ll look for a better doctor to treat your hand so you won’t be in so much pain.”

can endure this pain. It’s not the worst I’ve experienced.” Furrowing his brows, Jonathan pondered, “What does she mean

He had always known that she had suffered a lot

ached, and it felt as if even breathing was

the torment she endured, the regret he felt now was unparalleled. It was a regret so profound that it engulfed him.

her fingertips. “I wish I

the night wind, seemed to be

before she went to prison, use

everything was too late.

in astonishment at the man kissing her fingertips. The warmth from his lips lingered

“Jonathan, you…”

murmur. Until now, he had never admitted his mistakes to anyone, but here he was before her, saying,

when she was