The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 955

Despite her predicament, Rosalie’s grip on Jonathan’s wrist remained resolute. It was as if she feared that releasing him would mean he would vanish into the manor, never to be seen by her again.

Jonathan lowered his gaze. His eyes first fell upon her deformed hand that clung desperately to his wrist. His gaze then shifted to her reddened, choking face, and emotions flickered momentarily in his dark eyes.

“You don’t need to clutch me like this. Since I’ve chosen to meet you, it implies I’m willing to hear you out,” Jonathan said, his tone frosty and distant.

Rosalie’s choking fit finally subsided. She glanced up at Jonathan, and tears were welling up in her eyes due to the ordeal. “Shall we go inside and talk?”

However, her grip on his wrist remained unyielding.

He pursed his lips, averting his gaze, and headed back inside. She promptly followed him.

The security guard at the entrance let out a long sigh of relief as he watched the two individuals walk away. “They finally left!” he thought.

He mused inwardly, “But Mr. Youngblood’s demeanor toward Mrs. Youngblood just now was exceptionally chilly! What on earth transpired between them?” The security guard couldn’t help but speculate.

Rosalie trailed behind Jonathan, walking all the way to the pond within the manor. In the morning sunshine, the lotus blooms in the pond appeared even more graceful and elegant.

Upon reaching that spot, Rosalie’s face blanched.

She remembered that that was the very place where she had once knelt before him, desperately imploring him to let her go.

onward, they became strangers until the day she sought him

me here?” Rosalie wondered, and a sudden sense of unease gripped her

me, and here I am. What do you intend to do now?” he said while staring at her coldly. He then withdrew

with her teeth and murmured, “I-I came to apologize. I’m here to beg for

the pond rather than Rosalie when he spoke. “I did mention

sharp needles,

that moment, he didn’t spare her a glance, making her feel as insignificant as

hanging limply by her side, clenched into tight fists.

strode toward Jonathan. Placing both of her hands on either side of his cheeks, she compelled his face between her palms, forcing him to

me, scold me-even hit me if it helps. Or you can tell me what I need to do to earn your forgiveness. But don’t push me away and ignore me like this! We’re husband and wife. Are you contemplating a divorce?” Rosalie’s

even darker. “Is that what you want?

violently at his words. She sensed that if she uttered “yes” at that moment, he might indeed proceed with the divorce.

day you come to truly hate me or fall in love with someone else…

“Is it because

because of the children, but because

too trivial. Trivial enough that your mentor’s wife holds more significance. The same goes for the trust you place in Calvin! You can betray me for that woman, even conceal

other avenue. If there had been others I could turn to for help at that time, I would have done so!” Rosalie explained earnestly. “I acknowledge the hurt I caused you regarding Mrs. Smuckler. My mind failed to conjure a better solution, so I resorted to such a foolish method. Just as you said, I believed you’d forgive me because I’m counting on

I refuse to forgive you?” Jonathan said

placed in their hands. I once told myself I’d give my life for you. When you were behind the wheel and chose to send that woman back to Lofbury despite knowing that you would hurt me,