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.

the Youngblood residence. When she reached Jonathan’s bedroom, she hesitated momentarily and finally knocked on the

opened. Jonathan was wearing a bathrobe, and his hair was still slightly wet. Obviously, he

Rosalie while turning around, wanting

per his request. When she returned every night, if he was

next moment, he grabbed her hand and pulled her directly into the room.

at him innocently with her almond-shaped eyes. Her countenance obviously indicated that she had come by just to bid

sighed. Suddenly, he bent down to hug Rosalie, buried his face in her shoulder, and sniffed the scent

much, Rosie. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he murmured. His low voice sounded

There was a numbness, followed by the

you miss me, Rosie?” His breath brushed past her

bit her lips, not knowing how to answer

and looked at her with a pair of bewitchingly flirtatious yet helpless eyes, saying, “It’s

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

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

blankly at him as he bent down again and nudged

often wipe my hair when we were in the rental home,

totally different now,” Rosalie thought, pursing her lips. Then, she covered his head with the towel and began to dry

the towel covered his face had made

puppy, at her mercy, drying his hair as she wished. Rosalie had an inexplicable feeling as if she

how can I harbor such thoughts? I’m afraid it’s me

of Jonathan. He can do with me at will, and I’ll not have the strength to fight back. Can it be because of his gentleness at the moment that I have such an

while, she felt his hair was almost dried and took off the

covered his forehead and most of his