The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 560

“I will care for her for the rest of my life!” Jonathan thought determinedly.

Meanwhile, Levi was sent back to the Sabatini family. Calvin rushed to the Sabatini family as soon as he got the news.

“Mr. Sabatini, where were you taken today?” Calvin’s face was filled with anxiety.

Levi looked at Calvin and couldn’t help but sigh, thinking, “This is the first time I’ve seen this boy so him for so many years. And the reason for his apprehension must be…”

He questioned out loud, “You’re anxious about Rosalie, aren’t you?”

Calvin’s pupils contracted abruptly. “So you really went to treat her hand today?” he asked.

after knowing

“Yes. This is the first time I was ever brought somewhere while being blindfolded.” Levi stated. “There is a man who stayed with the young lady. I think his surname is Youngblood. Is he Jonathan?”

Calvin pursed his thin lips. “Yes, it’s Jonathan.”

“Looks like you’ve found yourself a rival,” Levi remarked, contemplating the situation. “Calvin’s head over heels for Rosalie. No matter who captures her heart, it’s going to be a tough battle for him,” he thought.

Calvin asked, “Do you know where you were taken?”

“I was kept in the dark throughout the journey. The car must have traveled for about 20 minutes, and I was brought to a manor with a touch of history. The interior exuded a serene and traditional style, and the structures seemed far from new. The entire manor seemed quite spacious, but I only caught a glimpse of one corner,” Levi recalled.

Calvin’s brows furrowed as he heard about the aged manor. “Mr. Sabatini was snatched from the clinic. There are many potential places that are just a 20-minute drive away. Plus, the captors might have deliberately taken a detour to avoid being caught,” he pondered.

after a brief

going to

will,” Calvin responded with

valuable leads from Levi, Calvin wasted no time in his departure. These clues might hold the key to finding Rosalie.

prison days. Her body felt as if it were being relentlessly kicked,

uncertain, leaving her to wonder, “Am I going to die in jail? And who will be sad for me if I die?”

a familiar voice echoed, calling out to

is it? It

Who is it?

Rosalie, caught in the throes of her subconscious torment, sought desperately

her body jolting upright from

I endure these haunting dreams again?” she mused, panting.

voice suddenly sounded in her ear. “What did you dream of?”

there was Jonathan, his face

“It’s so late. Why

Jonathan confessed, raising his hand with a tissue to gently wipe the sweat on her forehead. “You sweated more tonight than when you were being treated

a mix of shock and disbelief evident in

a moment ago, I caught bits of what you said,” he shared. He had guessed what she was dreaming

her fragmented words, and that left him feeling more remorseful while he witnessed her vulnerable and pained

feverish, and she had overheard him calling out to his parents. This time,

time in prison. It used to be a recurring nightmare, but it’s

questioned, “Did you start sleeping with the light on

residence back then, but after their separation, light

glow,