The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Rosalie thought. I should be afraid of Jonathan, shouldn’t I? He can easily control my pain and embarrassment. His words can easily hit me into hell

But why do I feel I’m gonna lose control when he approaches me so close and whispers in my ear?

I can’t handle this man at all. Even if he calls me Rosie so intimately, I’m still at the mercy of him, like a pawn that he can play with when he has time!

At this moment, Jonathan lowered his head, picked up the photo frame on the bedside table, and looked at the person in the photo, who seemed to be looking ahead with a faint smile.

There was a kind of tranquility and elegance that made people feel very comfortable on her delicate face.

It seemed that if she looked at Jonathan with such a stile, he would get something he had never even thought of before.

“Rosie. Jonathan whispered gently. His fingers caressed the lips of the person in the photo and then kissed them as if he could no longer suppress himself.

If it weren’t for Rosalie’s stiff body and the flash of fear on her face, Jonathan would have kissed her.

However, he chose to suppress his desire.

Jonathan thought, ‘Why? Was I afraid of scaring Rosalie?

I’ve scared her once in the rental home today, so I can’t bear to scare her one more time, huh?”

Jonathan gently closed his eyes and snuled

the alarm ringing in her phone, she would have been sleeping all the time. Maybe it was because too

moment. Rosalie looked at the time on her phone. It was five o’clock

at the Environment and Sanitation Administration

and went into the

when Rosalie came out, she saw Jonathan sitting at the

work. Rosie?” Jonathan looked up

her phone from Jonathan’s hand, put it into her daily small bag, picked up the

about to leave.

Jonathan grabbed her wrist and

for work,” said

and said, “You won’t

know

dining room downstairs, Rosalie was surprised to find that

was only around 5 am now. Most families wouldn’t make breakfast so

definitely let you be able to have breakfast before going to work,’

down

Looking at the hearty breakfast on the table, she had a cup of milk, a bowl of

than the simple

truly that she really lived in the Youngblood residence

rental home.

the chauffeur to send you to

need. I’ll just take the bus, Rosalie

Administration. If you take the bus, you have to transfer

became speechless

Rosalie to the Environment and

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