The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 2

What Rosalie said was, “If you keep hitting, he might die.”

“So what?” Jonathan lowered his head to look frigidly at Rosalie, who was struggling to get up from the ground.

Rosalie froze. It was only at this moment that she had a good look at this man.

He had an attractive face with a straight nose and thin but well-shaped lips. His facial features could be said to be exceedingly exquisite, but at this moment, there was no expression on his countenance,

Those eyes beneath his bangs were now lifeless as if human lives meant nothing to him. It seemed as though he didn’t care about other people’s lives or his own.

Rosalie took a deep breath before saying, “It’s not worth getting in trouble over someone like him.”

Jonathan stared at her silently and then released his grip moments later. At once, Timothy felt like he was saved. Disregarding the blood on his face, he quickly got in the car with the woman and fled away.

In the vehicle, Timothy gritted out, “Just wait and see. I’ll find someone to teach that fellow a lesson!”

The quiet woman’s pupils suddenly constricted as she finally recalled why that man had seemed a little familiar to her.

In the past, when she attended a banquet, she had once caught a glimpse of that man from afar.

“It’s Jonathan Youngblood. That man earlier is Jonathan Youngblood!”

“Jonathan Youngblood? As in the richest man in Strico? How is that possible?” Timothy’s expression looked as if he had seen. a ghost.

“But… he really looks exactly like Jonathan,” answered the woman timidly.

The duo exchanged helpless glances with faces as white as a sheet.

Meanwhile, Rosalie looked at the man in front of her and whispered. “Thank you… for just now.”

The man said nothing and merely walked to the other side to sit down with his back against the wall.

“Is he… not going home? The weather is so cold now, and the temperature at night will drop to 14 degrees Fahrenheit. If he stays here all night, who knows if he’ll still be alive tomorrow morning”” she mused.

At the thought that he had saved her earlier, Rosalie walked toward him.

“Aren’t you going home yet? Where’s your family? Do you have their phone numbers? I can help you call them to pick you up,” Rosalie offered, standing in front of the man.

at her with those lifeless eyes once more. However, he still

Rosalie felt everything fall

seeing how she looked after she was sentenced back

bleak for her. Even if she lived,

me.” Those words slipped out of her mouth

she’d dare to take an unknown man

saved me, or maybe… he has somehow made

Chapter 2

I live. If you don’t mind, I’ll help you lay

Rosalie took out a new towel and

up, but I don’t have any suitable clothes here

later.”

Rosalie began to lay out a mat and then

home was not spacious, being only around 108 square feet in size. It was a

was still wearing his own clothes, but his hair was

his hair still a little dripping wet, Rosalie picked up a towel and

his gaze

to help you dry your hair. I don’t mean anything

cold.”

he asked a long time

cold voice sounded

brought

fluttered slightly, and he slowly bent

then covered his hair with the towel and started drying it. “What’s

long silence did he eventually

that this must be

do you live?

don’t have a

this world? That’s why he ended up on

had a family, she still lived as though she were an orphan. The only difference between

quite similar, she smiled bitterly

she then put down the towel and combed his

and revealed his convex forehead that she discovered he was way more handsome than she

unlike most people. As he looked at her presently, his gaze was no