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.

true identity. If she confessed that she was the person he had been searching for, the likelihood of him abandoning his pursuit would

had no choice but to uphold the current charade.

her keys, attempting to open the door

who has harmed you, I won’t let them escape easily. Be it Fiona or

her head abruptly, her eyes widening in surprise as she looked at Calvin.

appealing to women, was tinged with the hues of the setting sun. Instead of his usual indifference and detachment, a resolute determination now marked his expression. Rosalie’s face was

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

life, and

her gaze remained fixed

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

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

comprised merely condominium buildings, the smallest

specific condominium for

kind, always ready to fulfill her

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 affection, evident to anyone who

sure that Calvin, at this point, cared about Rosalie deeply.

what right Rosalie had to take Calvin away from

that if Rosalie wished to keep the truth hidden, she shouldn’t be

reaching Fiona’s condominium floor, she opened the front door of her unit and entered. Before

door was then closed swiftly

about to let out a scream, but

I’ve taken the liberty of redirecting the surveillance

distinctly different from the cleaner she remembered. More precisely, this individual was dressed in a fashionable manner, without glasses or hats