The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Rosalie was stunned. She didn’t expect the place where she first met him would actually be where Jonathan’s father died.

“I’m sorry,” Rosalie voiced.

“You don’t have to apologize. My father brought his death upon himself,” Jonathan said in a low voice.

“He brought it upon himself?” Rosalie was surprised. At least she didn’t expect him to describe his father’s death in such a manner.

“Yes, he brought it upon himself. He fell in love with a person he shouldn’t have fallen in love with, and the other party found him useless. Even if he knelt and pleaded bitterly, it did nothing to salvage their relationship. In the end, he was so depressed that he froze to death in the snow.” Jonathan’s expression was calm, and his voice sounded normal, like any other day as if he was talking about something ordinary.

Even so, he seemed to emit an aura of loneliness.

It reminded Rosalie of the first time she saw Jonathan.

“Jon,” she called out to him.

He raised his eyes, and her face was reflected in his dark pupils. think he asked for it?”

“Do

you

Rosalie’s throat was dry. After a while, she questioned, “Is that woman your mother?”

He was silent, with no expression, but there was a trace of pain in his

eyes.

At that moment, she knew the answer.

moment, any language would fail to relieve his pain. After all, only those who had experienced these things would know

up and hugged Jonathan, who

against her chest, inhaling her scent

steady heartbeat came to his ears

want to listen to her heartbeat

“Mom, don’t go…”

skinny figure knelt straight, begging the woman who had packed her luggage not to

no avail. The woman still insisted on leaving without even looking at

and wanted to reach out to hold his mother as he saw her

moment, his mother waved him off as

Who can save me

him, threatening to end

“Jon! Jon!”

voice

thought, “Who is that? Who

I’m here. I’m here for you. You won’t be in pain anymore…” There was anxiety

a tide as Jonathan listened to her words. He struggled to open his eyes, looked at the delicate and quiet woman before him, and

“Rosie…”

breathed a sigh of relief. “Great. You’re

sat up. Just now, he dreamed of his childhood and how he knelt before the woman, begging pitifully. He wondered if the dream was a result

lowered his head, only to find that the buttons on his pajamas had been unbuttoned, revealing his chest.

keep saying you are in pain, so I worried you hurt yourself… Hmm, that’s why… I unbuttoned your clothes… wanting

stared at her. A crimson shade slowly crept

look, so I

she made

okay, even if you see what’s on my body. You are

on her saliva. She wondered, “Please! Does he

pain?” After a while,

doesn’t hurt anymore.” He lowered his head and began to button

daze. There was a scar

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