The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 809

At noon, Rosalie and the others found a restaurant nestled within the amusement park to have lunch. The two kids had a good appetite because they were tired from playing, and they devoured their food eagerly.

After finishing their meal, the children voiced their enthusiasm about heading to the amusement area of the restaurant to play.

There were already many children playing inside the amusement area. Rosalie turned to Jonathan and said, “I’ll take the two kids over there first.”

With that, she walked toward the amusement area, one child holding each of her hands.

Jonathan observed their retreating figures with a gentle warmth in his eyes. They were his dearest family, and he would only allow his affection to flow when he was with them.

Perhaps the only thing Jonathan worried about now was that memory, the true reason she had left all those years ago.

He thought, “If the reason was genuinely because she couldn’t accept me and chose to leave, what should I do? Should I find a means to ensure she never regains that memory, or…”

Jonathan’s eyes flashed with darkness.

Meanwhile, Rosalie let the two kids go in to play in the amusement area. She was watching over them by the fence outside and told them to take care of one another.

The two little ones agreed, and Jennifer then eagerly took her brother’s hand and ran toward the slide. Rosalie smiled and watched the two kids playing inside. But after a while, her gaze froze for a moment when she spotted another two figures tucked away in a corner of the amusement park.

One of them was the same little girl she had encountered earlier. She was now squatting before the little boy, seemingly talking to him.

The boy, in turn, was also squatting on a soft cushion. His dark doe eyes. were fixed on the little girl.

In an instant, Rosalie felt as if she had been struck by something when she saw the little boy from not far away.

beautiful child, but he appeared

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face looked somewhat sallow, and he appeared thinner than

her a faint sense of familiarity, as

thought, “Could it be that this child bore a resemblance to some

akin to an endless, icy abyss. His young face remained devoid of any expression, as though he had neither joy nor sorrow within

had met Jonathan. Back then, he

was just a child, and it appeared he had lost every trace of innocence.

seemed to

on the other side of the fence, Rosalie instinctively moved closer to them outside the

she heard the

are you sure you don’t want to play? It’s so much fun! Look. Everyone is playing here. Why don’t

little boy remained silent and looked at

want to play. Zeki, will you play with me?” The little girl thought for a while

the boy named Zekiah readily agreed without hesitation. “Karrie, if

Rosalie’s spine. This boy not only mirrored Jonathan in his gaze and expressions, but his use of “Karrie” bore a striking

the little girl took the boy’s hand,

“I’m talking about him. He’s really good at fighting. I’ve never seen him lose. You

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about?” the little

didn’t say anything wrong. Zekiah is naturally good at fighting!” Patrick remarked with a mischievous glint

knew that Patrick deliberately said so to arouse the competitiveness of the other boys.

boys immediately challenged Zekiah to a

was not willing to let this happen. Her petite frame stood in front of Zekiah and said to them, “Zeki isn’t fighting. We are here to play and not fight! Go

not work at all. One of the boys leading