The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 581

“Are you awake?” Calvin’s voice resonated in her ear.

Upon lifting her gaze, a subtle blush graced her cheeks. She hummed absentmindedly and swiftly disembarked from the

vehicle.

Simultaneously, Calvin followed suit.

Throughout their journey, regardless of Rosalie’s pace-be it brisk or leisurely-Calvin trailed behind her unwaveringly, escorting her to the entrance of her rental home.

“Well, I shall make my way back,” Calvin remarked. Initially, it appeared he had no intention of entering the rental room. However, just as he was on the verge of turning away, a realization struck him. He spoke abruptly. “On a related note, even if the authorities remain clueless about the incident in the lounge at present, I will persist in my investigation. Regardless of the individual the culprit seeks to implicate, I am determined to unveil their identity and elucidate the truth for you!”

Rosalie asked, “So, you trust Fiona’s account? Do you think someone wanted to harm her, and I ended up being a substitute since I entered the lounge accidentally?”

“It’s not a matter of belief. I simply seek the truth,” Calvin responded earnestly.

Rosalie gazed directly at Calvin as she inquired, “If you uncover the truth, and it turns out to be her doings, will you impartially hand her over to the authorities?”

His eyes flickered briefly. “Should Fiona indeed be responsible for all of this, justice must prevail for Rosalie,” he mused. However, the notion of turning Fiona over to the police without bias seemed complicated, especially given that it could lead to her imprisonment. “She… once saved my life in my youth,” Calvin admitted with evident struggle.

A bitter smile tugged at Rosalie’s lips as she realized she had brought this situation upon herself.

After all, she was the one who chose to conceal the truth from him. Rosalie had saved him in their childhood, but now he was defending Fiona due to that particular past relationship she had with him.

It felt like a profound irony.

she was the person he had been

no choice but

keys, attempting to open the

them escape

abruptly, her eyes widening in surprise as she looked

face, inherently appealing to women, was tinged with the hues of the setting sun. Instead of his usual indifference and detachment, a

step into my world, but I have

life, and I won’t allow anyone to hurt

a magnetic pull, and her gaze remained fixed

a lump in the depths of her throat, accompanied by a desire to cry, evoking an overwhelming

Fiona, frustrated, stamped her feet vigorously before entering. the residential area. She made her way to

was among the affluent neighborhoods in Strico. Even though it comprised merely condominium buildings, the smallest unit/here

specific condominium for Fiona.

as exceedingly kind, always ready to

Rosalie, she came to realize that genuine kindness from a man to a woman transcended material possessions. It was an authentic tenderness that radiated from the depths of his heart, a

that Calvin, at

help but question what right Rosalie had

believed that if Rosalie wished to keep the truth hidden, she shouldn’t be so intimately connected to Calvin and

of her unit and entered. Before she could shut it, a figure hurriedly darted

closed swiftly behind the

was about to let out a scream, but the person’s voice

forgotten me so soon? I’ve taken the liberty of redirecting the surveillance cameras just for you!”

past. However, the person before her was distinctly different from the cleaner she remembered. More precisely, this individual