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.

too much love into another person, it turns

Jonathan had never treated a woman like this.

could find himself a romantic partner, but he was afraid that Jonathan

back to her bedroom. He opened the door and carefully put her on the bed. Then he helped her take off her shoes

dried tears. Even when she was asleep, her eyebrows were still knitted together

Jonathan finally took it out of her

just an album. Why are you so

get it. If the fire had touched her body,

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

the first time he wanted to bear the pain for someone

and looked at her sleeping

she was a child, spending time with her mother and other memories that she

become a nightmare. Her mother miscarried, and her younger

No! I w

I want my mother and my

desperately, only to find that she couldn’t make

as if

heard an elegant voice in her ear. “Are you

a trance when a handsome face appeared before her eyes. Jonathan’s bright eyes seemed to be full of unspeakable

dumbfoundedly, still unable to come to her

intertwined, and she couldn’t

answer the phone,” Jonathan said and put the phone next to her

a familiar voice sounded from