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.

paused “How

a floral dress

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 tell

would remember her grandmother’s kindness

up, the more the understood how uneasy it was for her to get the floral dress. Wilma must have been under a lot of pressure to buy

it cost more than 20 dollars. A person’s monthly income was around 160 dollars back then, and Wilma made her money by taking on various

at the time? Jonathan asked, but there was something

Jonathan asked this. He had gone

was called.

“Is this

cousin was mad for a long time, saying my grandmother played favorites. She even wanted to take the dress away from me,” Rosalie said. Thinking of Fiona’s angry look back

take that

couldn’t

His tone

I recovered. But the dress was unfortunately gone,” she

the exam, she

leaving. Wilma secretly stuffed a new

about it, a big hand suddenly reached out and pressed on her forehead. Rosalie froze as she looked up at Jonathan. “L… I don’t have a fever

“I know. I’ll

want from now

a child who keeps wanting dresses.” She bit her lip slightly and

longer she looked at him, the more out

hand, took out all the remaining photos in the album, and picked up the photo of her in a floral dress.