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.

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 gaze

face. His warm, gentle breath sprayed on her cheeks and neck, making her feel a slight

flushed

Rosie?” asked Rosalie as she tried hard to look away

me calling you Rosie?” asked Jonathan in

You don’t have to

air was filled with an

the water gushing out of the faucet

to you?” asked Jonathan after a long bout

deception. She hated others deceiving

was so beautiful. It was so beautiful that it seemed like a dream now. Plus, he had saved her. If it weren’t for him, then maybe life would have been

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

be happy to hear that

if she was drawing

like this

up. Jonathan carried Rosalie back to the hospital

and some dried fruits. Although it was a simple

said it would be better if

one by one on the

scene, their eyes might pop out of their heads in shock. Had there ever been a time when the powerful and intuential Jonathan of Strico

hair kept falling into her face and would easily

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

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

expect Jonathan would be so thoughtful

you know how to do

I’m familiar enough with it by now,”