The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 69

Rosalie watched the nurse’s work in silence throughout. Even when she saw the unsightly wounds on her palm, her expression remained unchanged.

It wasn’t until the nurse rebandaged Rosalie’s right hand, causing a slight twinge of pain, that her eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, but she didn’t make a sound or cry out in pain.

“Let me do it. You can go now,” Jonathan said to the nurse.

The nurse then respectfully left the room. Jonathan took the gauze and skillfully wrapped it around Rosalie’s right hand. His movements were gentle and cautious, which almost made her right hand feel no pain at all.

Once the bandaging was done, he put down the gauze and said, “Try not to use your right hand for the next few days and don’t clench your fist tightly like you did just now. How much more blood do you want to lose?”

She looked at the neatly wrapped bandage he had applied. “You seem quite skilled at this.”

A fleeting darkness passed through his eyes. “I learned some basic bandaging when I was a kid.” Back then, his father had searched everywhere for his mother, and sometimes, he would grab anyone who looked remotely like her on the street, leading to his fair share of beatings.

Thus, he had often ended up tending to his father’s wounds, and over time, he became skilled at it.

But after his father’s death, he hadn’t bandaged anyone until now. Rosalie was an exception.

“Don’t grab broken mirror shards like that again from now on. You got lucky this time for not damaging any Otherwise, your hand might have been permanently disabled,” Jonathan warned.

tendons.

Rosalie bit her lip. “But if I hadn’t done that last night, I wouldn’t have been able to stay conscious. I might have passed out, and then…. Who knows what they would have done to me.”

“Does it hurt?” he asked. The scene from last night, with her clutching the shards and blood steadily dripping from her hands when he barged in was still etched in his mind.

had never seen a woman exhibit such incredible willpower. Even in a

the past, when I was in prison, no matter how

what

different. When I was in pain, you came, and it made

softly, unaware that his expression had subtly

was that he had

woman in jail, and even if someone died there, it was just a passing

want her to suffer even the slightest

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

in puzzlement. “What are you apologizing for? If

now.”

last night. When she considered what her fate might have been if he hadn’t shown

could be imprisoned in the Foster family and forced to bear a child for them. The

“It’s just that I have offended Jonathan. Back then, the Xanthos family was afraid that I

its fingers in many pies in Strico. Some industries were even monopolized by them, leading to the city occasionally being jestingly referred to

slightly. At this moment, he couldn’t bring himself to

had planned to reveal his identity

pallor. Her almond-shaped eyes, with a stark contrast of black and white,

about something, yet also resigned to it at the same

as if life had already burdened her with too much weight and hardship, and she had

dwell on anything else. Once you’re discharged, I’ll tell you. who I am.

looked at him

Asi

out, Rosalie yawned, and her

sleep if you’re tired. The doctor mentioned you might be a bit drowsy these days,” Jonathan said as