The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 101

His black eyes fixedly stared at her. At this moment, she was drunk with tenderness and charm. How many people had seen

her like this?

“Has Zachary… also seen her like this?” Jonathan thought.

Suddenly, a touch of jealousy rose in his heart. He was envious that Zachary had dated her before. When she and Zachary were together, did she also call out his name with such a gentle voice? How close were they before?

“Do you really think I look good?” he murmured. He wanted to keep her bound to his side like this so that no one could see how charming she was.

“Yes, Jon, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen. She chuckled softly, playfully tapping her finger on the tip of his nose as if he were an interesting toy.

It seemed that she was the only one who could treat him as a toy.

Suddenly, her expression changed. Her sinile disappeared and was replaced by a sense of sadness. “Jon, I will be nice to you. Don’t leave me, okay?”

Her eyes were covered with mist as if he was extremely important to her. If he left, it would be unbearable for her.

you forget that it’s you who didn’t want to stay with me?” he said. He knew she was drunk now, and tomorrow, she might

her head and seemed to be seriously thinking about the question. “Why… Why wouldn’t I want to be with you, Jon? I really want to

face came close to his lips, and

eyes were darkening. “Do you know

course, she didn’t know. She was still smiling happily as if she had just kissed something

wanted to get close to him made more intimate moves, he didn’t feel anything. Only she

the three years of imprisonment seemed to have been

eyes and

I won’t touch you no matter what you do to me?” His voice was hoarse. He couldn’t tell whether he was talking

what he meant. Then, she made a thoughtful look. After a while, she suddenly smiled and kissed him

her kiss passively. Such sweetness made him indulge in it

he felt

him “Jon,” when her hands wrapped around his neck and the sweet breath rushed into his nose, he felt like he was

seems that I shouldn’t have said anything about not touching a drunk woman,” he murmured. It was the first

and kissed her lips, which made

kissing her, but when

sense of powerlessness filled his body. She

while, he finally sighed and covered Rosalie with the quilt again. Then, he got out of bed and sat

whispered. His voice floated in the

and empty. Even