The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 740

Every word spoken by the two men at that moment found its way into Rosalie’s ears, causing her to feel a sense of absurdity. She couldn’t help but wonder why, even though she should have been privy to the truth, it now rested in someone else’s hands to decide whether to reveal it to her.

“Jon…” The word slipped softly from her lips, barely louder than her usual voice, yet it had the power to freeze the two men in the hall downstairs in their tracks. Almost simultaneously, both men lifted their heads and directed their gazes toward Rosalie.

Shortly after, their expressions underwent a profound shift. Calvin was overwhelmed by worry and regret; he had never intended for his words to be overheard by others. Jonathan shared the same thought, which was why he had instructed all the housekeepers to vacate the main house.

It was to ensure those words remained a secret.

But as fate would have it, sometimes the more you feared something, the more likely it was to come to pass.

Jonathan gazed at Rosalie in disbelief, his face now pallid, as if his entire blood supply had frozen the moment he heard the name “Jon.”

“Jon… Jon…”

Once, he had cherished hearing her address him that way, but now, he dreaded it just as much.

He had taken precautions to keep those words a secret from the housekeepers and even the butler, but he had failed to anticipate her presence!

He had assumed she would still be asleep for a while, not waking up so early. He had completely overlooked the possibility of her early awakening.

“Why? Why am I so careless? Why can’t I make such a simple prediction? Is it because I know that Calvin must have learned the truth about the case years ago, and my heart is in turmoil, causing my thoughts to become chaotic and making me overlook the obvious?” Jonathan cried out in his heart.

He longed to return to his usual self, to address her with the same tone, voice, smile, and warmth.

However, in reality, his entire body seemed to tremble, and every sound felt as if it was stuck in his throat. Uttering even a single syllable had become an immensely challenging task.

like stepping on clouds, light and ethereal. With each step she

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even his lips bore a grayish hue.

what she had just overheard, left Rosalie

a deep breath, her bright eyes gleaming. “Tell me,

lips quivered. He opened his mouth, but words failed him.

ago?” Rosalie pressed on. Finally, Jonathan’s throat produced a sound. “Rosie, I-I can explain, I…” His voice, usually refined and warm, now sounded as rough as if it had

Yvette?” Rosalie asked with

her eyes, and finally,

asking. His lips quivered even more, and every question she posed felt like a searing blade, ruthlessly piercing through him, as if he

was enduring was a consequence of his own

She raised her

Rosie, at

innocent person go to jail? And… you knew what the Hamilton family did to me in there, didn’t you?” Yet,

true culprit in the car accident, which was why he had

what a great joke she had

to end, knew her innocence, and knew she had

Rosie, I’m so sorry…” Jonathan kept apologizing, trying to

embrace her.

can be reduced to a mere apology. Do you realize that I almost died in that prison? How could you lie to me like this, how could you… keep this

me…”

her hands clutching

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