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.

suddenly came to her senses. At this moment, Jonathan was staring straight at her in the mirror. Rosalie’s body trembled and felt as if she had been thoroughly bound by the

came closer to her face. His warm, gentle breath

she flushed

Rosalie as she tried hard to look away

you like me calling you Rosie?” asked Jonathan in

a vagrant… You don’t

was silent, and the air was filled with an indescribably

gushing out of the faucet

me for lying to you?” asked Jonathan after a long bout of

about his deception. She hated others deceiving her

it seemed like a dream now. Plus, he

looked at him in the mirror again. “Jon, I don’t blame you,” she said. But she also knew that

scrunched up in a frown. He should obviously be happy to hear that Rosalie didn’t blame him, but her gaze made

was as if she was drawing a line

didn’t like this

washing up. Jonathan carried Rosalie back to the hospital bed. Dinner had already been

some dried fruits. Although it was a simple meal, it looked

said it would be better if you eat something easy to

one by one on

might pop out of their heads in shock. Had there ever been a time when the powerful and

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

about to find a scrunchie to tie her hair, but Jonathan said one step ahead. “I’ll do it.” As he said that, he took out a box with scrunchies and combs

saw the logo on the scrunchie, she knew it was from a luxury brand. Before she was imprisoned, she had bought some hair accessories from this brand,

thoughtful and even had prepared all

to do it?” Rosalie couldn’t help

day. I’m familiar enough