The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 5

“Because…” Rosalie swallowed the last bit of bread in her hand.

The bread tasted so-so. Had it been in the past, she would’ve probably refused to eat it, but at present, taste played a secondary role to her. Filling her stomach was the most important thing.

She continued, “We’re the same kind of people. We’ve been abandoned by this society and need to fend for ourselves at the lowest rungs of the social ladder. Perhaps no one would want or care about people like us, but at least we can give each other warmth and solace. I can care about you, just as you can care about me, right?”

She flashed a gentle smile at him, which carried traces of hope, yearning, and nervousness.

“Is that so? It does seem like we really are the same kind of people… he murmured. Yet, his gaze looked like he was watching a small animal fall into a trap. Perhaps life was really too boring for him. Being able to get anything he wanted at his fingertips became mundane over time. Right now, this game was more interesting to him.

“Rosie,” he gently called out the word she desired to hear.

In an instant, a smile bloomed across her face like stars lighting up the night sky.

After dinner, Rosalie took Jonathan to the night market to shop for clothes.

Although she picked the cheapest options, she still spent more than 100 dollars on a change of clothes for him.

Rosalie made Jonathan put on the cotton-padded jacket on the spot there and then. “Are you feeling warmer?”

“Mm, Jonathan hummed lightly as he lowered his gaze to glance down at her, who was almost half a head shorter than him. “Actually, you don’t have to buy these clothes for me. I’ve gotten used to the cold. Even if 1 were still clad in what I originally wore, I’d be okay.”

“Being used to it doesn’t mean that you should stay like that,” she insisted. “I might not have a lot of money and can’t buy you too many things, but I can still let you wear warm clothes, at the very least.

“Why are you so kind to me?” he asked in a low voice.

“Because I’m your older sister,” she replied with a smile. When she accidentally touched his hand and found that it was also icy, she held both his hands between hers, bowed her head, and blew warm air onto them while gently rubbing thepa back

and forth.

hands are too cold. Rubbing them like this can

beautiful eyes beneath his bangs abruptly narrowed. No woman had ever rubbed his hands like this just to provide him some

that against her touch. ‘Am I only able

a sudden realization. She glanced down at her hands full of calluses and asked, “Are my hands too rough? Did I

her voice trailed off, she hurriedly let go of

had disappeared out of the blue, he unconsciously frowned a little and answered, “I don’t think your hands are rough. My hands are still a little cold.

Rosie?”

out both his hands

slightly stunned but swiftly reacted and held his hands between hers

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Chapter 5

to wrap around his big hands as much as possible as she

head and even blew warm air onto his hands from time to time. In his eyes, the tip of her nose,

by the two little hands.

later, Rosalie received a call from Loretta. “Rosie. Dad said that he wanted to throw that album away today, but I begged him for a long time and finally managed to convince him to keep it. I want to

album Loretta was talking about. It was an album of the photographs she had taken with her mother before she

you don’t come, it’ll be terrible if I accidentally lose it,” Loretta added tenderly. With that, she gave a specific address and ended the call before

intently at the phone in her hand. Naturally, she knew that Loretta most certainly wouldn’t give her the album for no reason. There

her mother. Nearly all her memories of her mother originated from it.

An aloof male voice resonated beside

for me.” With that, she stood up in a hurry, put on her coat, and went out, all without realizing that there was a pair

was a club. Upon walking into the private -room that Loretta had told her, she saw that there was not only Loretta but also a slightly

in there.

girlfriend of Mr. Xanthos?” that man asked as he scrutinized Rosalie.