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.

that time around, he had a vivid view that he himself was holding an urn and wailing

in his head sounded so hopeless and sad that it was as though he had no intention ‘whatsoever of living on but was forced to merely survive instead.

didn’t I die in your stead? Why? I’m the one to blame! I’m the one who deserves death!” In that scene, he was weeping

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him miserable would be

the reason for him to utter those words. He wondered if that picture in his head was from the time when

it because I thought she was dead that I

headache began swelling in his

throbbing pang was almost as if his head was about to explode at any second. A muffled scream escaped Jonathan, and

after another came intermittently from him.

he struggled to break free from the

of the blue, a voice chimed

Are you feeling unwell? Can you hear me?

kept bombarding him, seemingly pulling him out of

rubbing his

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

Rosalie’s face. “Are you having a headache again? Should we go to the hospital? Or should I ask Gary to contact Dr. Hale and let Dr.

dark gaze was fixated on the

he loved the lady back then, to the extent that he would

look like pure projections from a bystander watching from the sidelines, the last episode he felt, though, was surreal that it carried

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