The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 145

Lillian was startled. She didn’t expect to hear a man’s voice from the other end of his phone. It even sounded like… “I-Is that you, Jonathan?” she asked stiffly.

The man hummed a response and hung up the phone.

Lillian stared at the phone in her hand and slowly came to her senses. “Rosalie fell asleep, but why is Jonathan the one answering her phone? Don’t tell me he’s lying right beside her now,” she thought.

She murmured to herself, “Besides, where is she staying now if she’s not at the rental home?” Lillian’s eyes turned from her phone to the closed door of the rental home. Was Rosalie staying with Jonathan?

It was quite unbelievable.

Meanwhile, Jonathan put away Rosalie’s phone and carefully carried her sleeping form out of the car.

Fearing that she would catch a cold while he carried her back, he even took off his coat and draped it over her.

The housekeepers were surprised when they saw him carry her all the way to the house. Although they already knew that Rosalie was no ordinary person to be allowed to live in the Youngblood residence, they had never seen Jonathan treat a woman so carefully and gently.

It was like he was holding some rare and precious treasure. He forbade everyone from making any noise the entire journey so as to not wake her up.

Gary, the butler, watched as the Jonathan he had raised fussed over the woman gently. A complicated look flashed across his

eyes.

Back then, when Jonathan’s father had brought Jonathan’s mother back to the Youngblood residence, he had also treated her gently and protected her. But in the end, he lost his life.

pours too much love

love into Rosalie. After all, Jonathan had never treated a woman like this. Even the young lady from the Hamilton family didn’t receive such

himself a romantic partner, but he was afraid that Jonathan

carried Rosalie back to her bedroom. He opened the door and carefully put her on the bed. Then he helped

asleep, her eyebrows were still knitted together as if

took it out of her

an album. Why are you

was her mother’s, there was no need to risk her life to get it. If the fire had touched her body, her injuries would be far worse

hand and kissed her fingertips, which were tightly wrapped in gauze. “It must huft a lot. I really want to bear

whispered gently to her. This was the first time he

the quilt and looked at her sleeping face like he

as if she fad a long dream. She dreamt of when she was a child, spending time with her mother and other memories that she had almost

nightmare. Her mother miscarried, and her younger brother, who was already fully developed, lay motionless on

No! I w

my mother and

to find that she

moment, a bell suddenly rang as if to pull her out of

heard an elegant voice in her ear.

appeared before

dumbfoundedly, still unable to come to

like her dream and reality were intertwined, and she couldn’t get a grip

you should answer the phone,” Jonathan said and put the phone next

voice sounded from the phone’s speaker. “Rosalie? Rosalie, are