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.

he had been searching for, the likelihood of him abandoning his pursuit would

he sought, she had no choice but to

and fumbled for her keys, attempting to open the door to her

let them escape easily. Be it Fiona or even myself, no one is permitted to inflict harm upon

eyes widening in surprise as she looked at Calvin.

hues of the setting sun. Instead of his usual indifference and detachment, a resolute determination now marked

compel you to willingly step into my world, but I have the power to decide if I want to

in my life, and I won’t allow anyone to hurt you again!”

and her gaze remained fixed on his face,

depths of her throat, accompanied by a

driver dropped Fiona off at her residence and departed. Fiona, frustrated, stamped her feet vigorously before entering. the residential area.

Strico. Even though it comprised merely condominium buildings, the smallest unit/here was valued at more than 4 million

had purchased this specific condominium for

as exceedingly kind, always ready to fulfill her

with 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 subtle but unmistakable indicator of his sincere

she was sure that Calvin, at this point, cared about Rosalie

help but question what right Rosalie had to

her cousin, despite regaining her memory, chose to remain silent, she strongly believed that if Rosalie wished to keep the truth hidden, she shouldn’t be

Fiona’s condominium floor, she opened the front door of her unit and entered. Before she could shut it, a figure hurriedly

closed swiftly

scream,

taken the liberty of redirecting the surveillance cameras just for

recognized the voice, realizing it belonged to the cleaner she had hired for a certain task in the past. However, the person before her was distinctly different from the cleaner she remembered. More precisely, this individual was dressed in a fashionable manner, without glasses