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.

she sought him out again when Lillian got

Rosalie wondered, and a sudden

do now?” he said while staring at her coldly. He then withdrew his hand from

murmured, “I-I came to apologize. I’m here to beg

fixed on the lotus in the pond rather than Rosalie when he spoke. “I did

cut through her like a myriad of sharp needles, sending waves of pain surging through her entire

insignificant as air and as if she had ceased to exist in

hanging limply by her

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

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 his gaze grew even darker. “Is that

words. She sensed that if she uttered “yes” at that moment,

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

it because of the children?”

eyes cut deep into her heart. “It’s not because of the children, but because I love you!” she

but it’s far 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 the truth from me, and seek the aid of Calvin’s men. Why do you trust

exploring every 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 refuse to forgive you?” Jonathan said with

life for you. When you were behind the wheel and chose to send that woman back to Lofbury despite