The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 182

He would not say these words in the past, but at this moment, seeing her standing in front of his father’s memorial tablet, the words flowed naturally from his lips.

It was as if only in her presence could he confess the feelings he had buried deep within him.

“Speaking of which, my father must have met many beautiful women in his lifetime, and there were probably women even more beautiful than her. Yet, he gave up everything for this woman. He was quite the fool,” Jonathan murmured.

“Your father might not have loved your mother just because she was beautiful. When a person truly falls in love with someone, appearance may not be that important. And… they would probably fall in love anyway, no matter she or he is good or bad,” Rosalie said.

Jonathan’s eyes flashed slightly, and his gaze fixed firmly on Rosalie. “Perhaps… Just as you said, when you truly love someone, appearance may not be that important…”

Just like how he loved her. He had certainly encountered women more beautiful, more skilled in understanding a man’s heart, and more accommodating than her. Yet, he inexplicably favored the feeling she gave him.

He liked it when she cared for him, the gentle warmth that flowed like calm waters, her calling him “Jon,” and the nights when she held his hand as they slept.

His gaze seemed to imply something, enveloping her completely, rendering her unable to move.

It wasn’t until Rosalie finished burning the incense for Jonathan’s father that he stood up, walked over to a photograph of his mother, and set it on fire. Then, he extinguished the candles.

“Why did you burn your mother’s photograph?” she asked, puzzled.

“I burn this photo every year on this day,” Jonathan explained. “It’s done. Let’s go.”

the time. It was just past midnight, and a new

year?” she asked curiously. Then, as if realizing her inappropriate question, she hastily added,

truth, Rosalie shouldn’t be asking these questions. She should be focusing on distancing herself from him, but somehow, it seemed

her birthday together, no matter how late

night, Jonathan would look at the woman he should call his mother’s photo, reminding himself not to forget her face, so

go,” he said, taking her hand and leading her

several night watchmen gathered around the monitor, watching

come out! Wow, Ms. Leighton really

even

that hall,

his head abruptly, as if he were looking directly at the

immediately, not daring

stop walking, Rosalie couldn’t help but

lowered his head and

main room, Rosalie asked, “How

“Much better,” he said.

a doctor and

concerned

embrace. “Okay, I promise you that I will take time to find a doctor to take good care of my body, I will also take

She was completely dumbfounded, thinking,

her?

him say such words?”

low-pitched cello voice, “If I’m