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.

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

sudden, Rosalie

was seeing how she

for her. Even if she lived, she’d simply be

me.” Those

mind that she’d dare to take an unknown man back to her place on

has

Chapter 2

where I live. If you don’t mind, I’ll help you lay out a mat on the floor to

responding, Rosalie took out a new towel and toothbrush and then handed them to

and wash up, but I don’t have any suitable clothes here for you. So, don’t get your

later.”

lay out a mat and then

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

man came out, he was still wearing his own clothes, but his hair

still a little dripping wet, Rosalie picked up

his

want to help you dry your hair. I don’t mean anything else. If you leave your hair this wet, you could easily catch

cold.”

her until he asked

cold voice sounded

avoid his gaze. “Since 1 brought you back, I don’t want you to get

fluttered slightly, and he

his hair with the towel

long silence

that this

Rosalie Leighton. Where do you live? And where

don’t have

“So, he’s all alone in this world? That’s why he ended up

though she were an orphan. The only difference between them was that she had rented a

it appears we are quite similar, she smiled bitterly and continued to

hair was almost dried, she then put down the towel

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

looked at her presently, his gaze was no longer empty like before and seemed to indicate a hint