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 senses. At this moment, Jonathan was staring straight at her in the mirror. Rosalie’s

closer to her face. His warm, gentle breath sprayed

she flushed

asked Rosalie as she tried hard to look away from the mirror. She lowered her

me calling you Rosie?” asked Jonathan

vagrant… You don’t have to

silent, and the air was filled with an indescribably

the sound of the water gushing out of the faucet

you?”

couldn’t really tell how she truly felt about his deception. She hated others deceiving her the most, especially when he had lied to her for such a

she had spent with him 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

the mirror again. “Jon, I don’t blame you,” she said. But she also knew that from now on, they would not

happy to

if she was drawing a line between

didn’t like this

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

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

it would be better if

by one on the

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

that her long hair kept falling into her face and would easily get into her food when she bent

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

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

would be so thoughtful

do it?” Rosalie couldn’t

I’m familiar enough with