The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 19

Chapter 19
Rosalie glanced at the back of her right hand, which was where Mandy had stepped on earlier today.
“I accidentally bumped my hand while sweeping the floor today. It’s nothing,” she explained lightly, not wanting him to worry.
“Is that true?” Jonathan fixed his gaze on Rosalie. “Rosie, if anyone ever mistreats you, just let me know, and I’ll have your back.” He silently vowed to make those who dared to bully Rosalie face the consequences, so that no one would ever dare bully her again in the future.
In an instant, her heart raced as if he knew everything.
“I can protect myself,” Rosalie replied.
“But what if you can’t?” Jonathan asked again.
If it were truly like that, telling him wouldn’t make a difference. However, Rosalie didn’t voice her concern; she didn’t want to hurt his pride.
“Rosie, don’t you want me to protect you?” His voice rang out again, and his deep, dark eyes fixated on her.
She lightly bit her rosy lips and thought for a moment. “Then, Jon, when the day comes that you have made a name for yourself and become stronger, you can protect me. For now, I’ll protect you, and work hard to ensure no one bullies us.”
A glint flashed through Jonathan’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything more and merely replied, “Okay.”
After dinner, Rosalie changed out of the slightly torn clothes, holding a needle and thread as she mended her clothes under the lamplight.
Jonathan sat at the side and glanced at the woman illuminated by the soft glow. Her head was lowered, and her shoulder-length hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her hair appeared slightly dry and discolored, perhaps due to poor nutrition, and her skin was not fair and bore the signs of three years of incarceration and exposure to the weather. Despite her inherently delicate features, the hardships of life had left a touch of weathered resilience on her.
Nevertheless, as she was stitching her clothes, there was a quiet and understated elegance emanating from her that was strangely captivating. It was endlessly delightful to the eye.
In his life circle, he rarely encountered women who sew their own

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clothes. Many women around him would intentionally present themselves as elegant or charming, hoping to catch his attention.
He had never expected to be drawn to such a simple and unassuming aspect of a woman.
Rosalie finished sewing a seam and lifted her head, her gaze meeting Jonathan’s.
His gaze was so focused that it caused a slight blush to rise to her cheeks. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I just think you look really beautiful,” he said.
Rosalie laughed. She knew how vast the difference was between her current self and her past self. She doubted anyone would consider her beautiful when she stepped outside. At most, they might think she wasn’t ugly.
Nevertheless, receiving compliments like this did brighten her mood. After all, which woman wouldn’t appreciate hearing flattering words?
“By the way, I found a piece of garment online when I was free today. Have a look and see if you like it?” She took out her phone, opened a shopping website, and clicked on a sweater she had placed in her shopping cart. Then she handed the phone to him, allowing him to examine the garment.
Jonathan looked at the sweater. It was a plaid sweater priced at 40 dollars with quite high sales figures. The monthly sales volume showed that it had sold tens of thousands of units.
“You only have one sweater for winter, and you don’t even have a replacement. It would be good to get another one. I’ve read some good reviews about this one, people say it’s great value for the price. And this style should look nice on you,” Rosalie suggested.
“I’ll like it if you like it, Rosie,” Jonathan replied.
“It’s not about what I like; it’s about what you like. If you don’t like this sweater, I can find a different style or color for you,” she said.
“No need, this one is fine. I really like it,” Jonathan assured.
“Okay, I’ll go ahead and buy it for you.” Rosalie then proceeded with the online purchase.
Jonathan looked at her and asked abruptly, “Rosie, why are you so generous to me?” She bought clothes and mobile phones for him without hesitation while trying to cut corners on her own expenses.
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“You’re my little brother. Of course, I have to be good to you,” she replied matter-of-factly.
He was unsure why the words “little brother” sounded somewhat grating to him. He wondered if Rosalie had forgotten that he was also a man.
After being embarrassed at the club, William was beaten into the hospital by his father.
Even so, several of the Straus family’s business dealings related to
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