The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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Chapter 697

It was clear that Callum a deliberate effort to conceal his emotions and thoughts.

However, that all fell apart when he heard about Lillian’s situation.

“But he’s with Madeline…” Rosalie said hesitantly.

“There must be some reason for it. Sometimes, you can’t have both power and a beautiful woman. You have to make a choice,” Jonathan said. “Are you saying Callum chose Madeline to reclaim his position in the White family?” Rosalie asked, clearly stunned.

“That’s just one possibility,” Jonathan replied.

Rosalie fell silent as she wondered, “Could it be true? What would Callum say to Lillian?”

Jonathan held Rosalie’s hand tightly, trying to comfort her in her current state of unease and tension.

Inside the ward, Lillian and Callum locked eyes. She couldn’t help but feel that even though he was so close, they had become distant.

In fact, they were even further than ever before.

“Is what the news said true?” she asked hesitantly. She had been awake for a while now, but only in recent days had she been able to speak, and even then, her words came out haltingly.

Callum remained silent for a while before finally uttering a quiet “yes.”

Lillian’s body trembled. “Are you… with another woman?” she asked. She strained to open her eyes wider as if trying to see him more clearly.

bedside. He crouched down and tilted his chin up slightly, creating an angle where she looked

person. I used to think that being with you was a simple matter. But in the end, you’re not right for me.”

I would trample all those who looked down on me under my feet. I did love you at one

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his hand as if

withdrew it, as if he feared that touching her would make it harder

what you’re saying…

loved you, it was genuine. But what I truly desire, you couldn’t provide. So, you’re not right for me. I

continued to kneel before her, as if waiting

them looked like

like an eternity, Lillian’s dry lips moved, and she murmured softly, “Callum… So,

pale. His clenched fists at his side were an attempt to suppress

her

she was about to

struggled to lift her hand, her fingers caressing

she had touched and admired countless times, now

to him now, had she mentally prepared herself for

murmured, her fingertip gently landing on his lips as if performing a

final separation to be filled

to go from being the person he loved the

future, she hoped for an amicable breakup. After all, this

for her was far less than what

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