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, it turns into a

his father and pour all of his love into Rosalie. After all, Jonathan had never treated a woman

that Jonathan would love a woman

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

face was covered with dried tears. Even when she was asleep, her eyebrows were still knitted together as if

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

are

was her mother’s, there was no need to risk her life to get it. If the

tightly wrapped in gauze. “It must huft a lot. I

to her. This was the first time he wanted to bear the pain

covered Rosalie with the quilt and looked at her

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

nightmare. Her mother miscarried, and her younger

No! I w

my mother

only to find that she couldn’t make a

as if to pull her out

slowly opened her eyes and heard an

face appeared before her eyes.

replied dumbfoundedly, still unable

her dream and reality were intertwined, and she

phone,” Jonathan said and put the phone next

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