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.

one person pours too much love into another person,

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

afraid that Jonathan

and carefully put her on the bed. Then he helped her

was asleep, her eyebrows were still knitted together as if she was still immersed in

the half-charred photo album tightly. After a while, Jonathan finally took it out of her arms carefully. When

Why are you so

if this photo album was her mother’s, there was no need to risk her life to get it. If the fire had touched her body, her injuries

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

time he wanted to bear the pain for

with the quilt and looked at

dream. She dreamt of when she was a child, spending time with her mother and other memories that she

and her younger brother, who was already

No! I w

want my mother

only to find that she

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

an elegant voice in her

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

She replied dumbfoundedly, still unable to

dream and reality were intertwined, and

answer the phone,” Jonathan said and

bleary-eyed as a familiar voice sounded from the