The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 70

Jonathan prepared her a toothbrush and squeezed the toothpaste on it before putting the cup with warm water in Rosalie’s hand.

Rosalie blushed. She couldn’t even remember how she finished brushing her teeth. Her whole body was enveloped with his smell.

He pulled another towel and wet it under the warm water from the faucet.

“I can do it myself… mumbled Rosalie as she bit her lip.

“Isn’t it more convenient for me to do it for you?” asked Jonathan.

“But the problem is… You are getting too close!” thought Rosalie. She was trapped in his arms as they enveloped her body from both sides. He wetted the towel in front of her eyes and then wrung it dry.

Rosalie looked up and gazed into the mirror.

She had always known that Jonathan was good-looking, but it was more prominent now, with no heavy bangs covering his forehead. He was in a suit and leather shoes. His whole body exuded a dignified air as if he was someone who had always been above others, an insurmountable existence.

She thought, ‘Why haven’t I noticed it before? Even Lillian felt that Jonathan couldn’t be a vagrant, but I have had this vague thought that he and I were the same kind of people, so I want to keep him by my side.

Is it because… I’m too afraid of being alone?

The truth must be that Jonathan is not only a homeless man. Instead, his identity might be something extraordinary.

I can tell that the clothes he is wearing are expensive. Plus, the doctors and nurses showed exceptional respect to him when he spoke to them.”

“What are you thinking about?” Jonathan’s voice suddenly interrupted her.

her in the mirror. Rosalie’s body trembled and felt as

closer to her face. His warm, gentle breath

she flushed

me Rosie?” asked Rosalie as she tried hard to look away from the mirror. She lowered her gaze and looked away

you like me calling you Rosie?” asked Jonathan in a

don’t have to call me Rosie,” murmured

air was

water gushing out of the faucet resounded in the

lying to you?” asked Jonathan after

really tell how she truly felt about his deception. She hated others deceiving her the most, especially when he had lied to her

now. Plus, he had saved her. If it weren’t for him, then maybe life would have

her eyes and looked at him in the mirror again. “Jon, I don’t blame you,” she said. But she also knew that from now on, they would not be as close as they were before.

to hear that Rosalie didn’t blame him,

she was drawing a line between

like

Jonathan carried Rosalie back to the hospital

some dried fruits. Although it was a simple meal, it looked appetizing. Rosalie’s stomach was rumbling in

be better if you eat something easy to

on the table next

heads in shock. Had there ever been a time when the powerful and intuential Jonathan of Strico waited

her long hair kept falling into her face and would easily get

hair, but Jonathan said one step ahead. “I’ll do it.” As he said that, he took out a box

knew it was from a luxury brand. Before she was imprisoned, she had bought

so thoughtful and even

do

watched you comb every day. I’m