The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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Chapter 803

“Okay,” Jonathan replied and wrapped his arms around Rosalie. Before he left, he sneaked a peek at Callum.

At that instant, Callum’s visage was inundated with endless sorrow, even brimming with incomparable despair.

It seemed that even if he was alive, he was nothing more than an empty shell.

Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat, and his footsteps also came to an abrupt halt. Pieces after pieces of images flashed across his mind, but they all flickered way too fast that he could not even tell what those scenes were. “What’s the matter? Jon?” Rosalie turned and regarded Jonathan who stopped with befuddlement.

“It’s nothing.” The man’s eyelashes trembled slightly as he lifted his footsteps once more and left the banquet alongside the lady.

After hopping into the car, Jonathan leaned his back against the seat, heaving a breath while shutting his eyes.

“Are you tired?” A gentle female voice sounded near his ear.

“Kind of.”

“Have a shut-eye, then. It’ll take more than half an hour to reach the Youngblood residence from here, anyway,” stated Rosalie.

Jonathan tried hard to relax himself, but somehow, his heart appeared to be racing even quicker. The despair on Callum’s countenance he glimpsed a while ago kept running through his head.

It felt like he himself had also been that desperate once upon a time.

That said, never could he recall when he was last enveloped by such desperation.

had a vivid view that he himself was holding an urn

he had no intention ‘whatsoever of living on but was

the one who deserves death!” In that scene, he was weeping buckets and

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out. To call him miserable would be

he fathom the reason for him to utter those words. He wondered if that picture in his

that I

headache began swelling

any second. A muffled scream escaped Jonathan, and all of a

No! Why…” One groan after another came intermittently from

free from the shackles of overwhelming distraught and flee the

of the blue, a voice chimed in his

unwell? Can you hear

voice kept bombarding him, seemingly pulling him out

then that he felt her fingers rubbing

away, and Jonathan slowly opened his eyes. That delicate, sweet face of the woman

should I ask Gary to contact Dr. Hale and let Dr. Hale make a trip to the Youngblood residence

fixated on the person

he loved the lady back then, to the extent that he would feel that much torment upon mistaking her demise.

look like pure projections from a bystander watching from the sidelines, the

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