The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 147

Rosalie looked tiny in the photo. Her chubby cheeks and thick hair made her look adorable.

Jonathan never expected himself to be so fascinated with the sight of a child. However, looking at the little girl in the photo, his heart was full of affection for her. He even imagined how he would not be able to resist hugging and kissing her if the tiny version of Rosalie was in front of him.

He wondered if he only found her adorable because the little girl was her when she was little. Such a feeling never happened when he saw other children.

Jonathan took out the photos one by one.

There were photos of Rosalie and her mother at first, but later there were only photos of herself.

In these photos, she seemed older than the photos with her mother. They seemed to be her when she was four, five, and six years old.

There were not many photos; at least a lot less than the previous photos of her with her mother.

Rosalie looked at the photos and said emotionally. “My mother liked taking photos with me when she was alive. There were much fewer photos of me after she passed”

She would only take photos occasionally, and most of them were of her alone. It was just like how she could not fit in with her father’s new family.

Suddenly, Jonathan narrowed his eyes and stared at one of the photos. He even stopped taking out photos from the burnt

album

“What’s wrong?” Rosalie asked in confusion.

photo” He paused “How old

photo wearing a floral dress and standing

it was expensive. I think it cost more than 20 dollars at that time. Only people who were well-off could afford such dresses for their children. I was scared to tell Granny, but she could

her

floral dress. Wilma must have been under a lot of pressure to buy her that dress. Her grandfather, Uncle Dantel, Uncle Edward, and Aunt Sarah probably blamed Wilma

cost more than 20 dollars. A person’s monthly income was around 160 dollars back then, and Wilma

place you lived at the time? Jonathan asked, but there was something subtly different about his

this. He

was called.

darkened. “Is this

such a dress in the village. My cousin was mad for a long time, saying my grandmother played favorites. She even wanted

Did she take that dress away?”

I couldn’t wear it anymore. I also

were sick?” His tone suddenly

dress was unfortunately gone,” she said. Later, Wilma secretly told Rosalie

finally got first place in the exam, she had to leave

secretly stuffed a

about it, a big hand suddenly reached out and pressed on her forehead. Rosalie froze as she looked up at Jonathan.

muttered, “I know. I’ll buy

want from

her heart tremble. “I’m not a child who keeps wanting dresses.” She bit her lip

she looked at him,

out all the remaining photos in the album, and picked up the