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.”

was just past midnight, and a new day

you burn the photograph at this time every year?” she asked curiously. Then, as if realizing her inappropriate question, she hastily added, “Oh, you don’t have to answer. I

should be focusing on distancing herself from him, but somehow, it seemed like

past, every year on this day, my father would wait for her to celebrate her birthday together, no matter how late it was. Burning her photo lets my

the woman he should call his mother’s photo, reminding himself not to forget her

her hand and leading

the security room, several night watchmen gathered around the monitor, watching the

out! Wow, Ms.

is even

that hall, they might not have come out

the monitor turned his head abruptly, as if he were

guards fell silent immediately, not

wrong?” Seeing Jonathan stop walking,

lowered his head and responded

to the main room, Rosalie asked, “How

“Much better,” he said.

by an old problem, you should still see a doctor and take care of yourself.

you concerned about

I promise you that I will take time to find a doctor

thinking, “What is

listen to her? How could someone

him say such words?”

“If I’m willing to listen to you, will you like me more? I want your