The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chatper 559

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

a throbbing pain in her fingertips, let alone Jonathan, the one who bore

were securely entwined and seemed to be glued together. Rosalie attempted

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

and instructed Carlos, who was waiting on the side.

it,” Carlos

of the room, heading toward the

me. I only had my hand treated; I can

about I find another way for you? I’ll look for a better

his brows, Jonathan pondered, “What does she mean by the ‘worst’? Is

that she had suffered a

felt as if even

and his silent acceptance of the torment she endured, the regret he

down, he cradled her hands and kissed her fingertips. “I wish I fell

wind, seemed to be tinged with a

before she went to prison, use all his

everything was too

man kissing her fingertips. The warmth from his lips lingered on her skin, and

“Jonathan, you…”

to anyone, but here

have been indifferent when

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