The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 189

At that moment, Loretta looked at the portrait in a daze, and disbelief filled her eyes.

She thought of when she had previously passed by the studio and wanted to enter for a look, but Calvin had angrily stopped

her.

Therefore, she could not contain her curiosity and pushed open the studio’s door and walked in.

Never could she expect to see a portrait of Rosalie. It was not the grown Rosalie, but when she was a child.

In the portrait, a little girl was carrying a boy on her back. The face of the little girl was exactly that of Rosalie when she was

young.

In particular, the little girl was wearing a floral-print dress. She remembered having seen a similar floral-print dress in Rosalie’s photo album.

“What the hell is going on? Why is it that among the paintings in Calvin’s studio, there’s one of Rosalie? What is the relationship between Calvin and Rosalie?” she wondered.

At that time, there were too many doubts running through Loretta’s mind. Meanwhile, an unparalleled panic rose in her heart. The panic was much stronger than the uneasiness that had engulfed her before.

It was as though all that she had finally gained painstakingly was about to be taken away by Rosalie.

“No. It can’t. I won’t let that happen. Regardless of the kind of relationship Rosalie has with Calvin, I’m Calvin’s girlfriend. In the future, the person marrying into the Gunner family and becoming the lady of the prominent/family can only be me,” she thought.

Jonathan’s bedroom, she hesitated momentarily and finally knocked on

the door opened. Jonathan was wearing a bathrobe, and his

said Rosalie while turning

was as per his request. When she returned every night,

grabbed her hand and pulled her directly into the room. “Are

at him innocently with her almond-shaped eyes. Her countenance

the scent radiating through her.

all day,” he murmured. His

There was a numbness, followed by the rush of

Rosie?” His breath

not knowing how to answer

straightened up and looked at

only one to refuse to answer me. Yet, I can do nothing about her. It appears that in her presence, I’m becoming less and

my hair,” he said while handing her the towel in his hand, which he

momentarily and stared blankly at him as he bent down again and nudged his

my hair when we were in the rental home, Rosie?” he asked

It’s totally different now,” Rosalie thought, pursing her lips. Then, she covered

covered his face had made

as she wished. Rosalie had an inexplicable feeling as if she were his dictator, and he was bowing to her in

herself, thinking, “Oh my, how can I harbor such thoughts?

and I’ll not have the strength to fight back. Can it be because of his gentleness at the moment

she felt his hair was almost dried and took off the towel, saying, “It’s

hair was messy and ruffled from her drying. The bangs, which covered his forehead and most of his eyes, made Rosalie feel as if she was