The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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.

approached Lillian’s bedside. He crouched down and tilted his chin up slightly, creating an angle where she looked down on him.

being with you was a simple matter. But in the end, you’re not right for me.” He spoke softly, his voice

looked down on me under my feet. I did love you at one point, but your presence didn’t help my career. In fact,

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he raised his hand as if he wanted to

and withdrew it, as if he feared that touching

what you’re saying… the truth?”

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

lowered her eyelids, lost in thought. Meanwhile, Callum continued to kneel before her, as if

looked like sculptures frozen in

Lillian’s dry lips moved, and she murmured softly, “Callum… So, your love for me is nothing

and his face turned pale. His clenched fists at his side were an attempt to

gently, but her smile was

to die,

struggled to lift her hand, her fingers

had once been so familiar, the one she had touched

him now, had she mentally prepared herself for this

have no more ties between us,” she murmured, her fingertip gently landing on his lips as if performing a ritual. “Callum,

final separation to be filled with

person he loved the most to becoming

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

and his love for her was far less than