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.

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

a while, the door opened. Jonathan was wearing a bathrobe, and his hair was still slightly

said Rosalie while

she returned every night, if he was home, she was to bid him

into the room. “Are you just going to

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

in her shoulder, and sniffed the scent radiating through her. It was a sweet-smelling scent that seemed to

been thinking about it all day,” he murmured. His low voice sounded like the most beautiful, resonating

by something. There was a numbness,

me, Rosie?” His breath brushed

to answer him. The room suddenly became

up and looked at

to answer me. Yet, I can do nothing about

my hair,” he said while handing her the towel in his hand, which he had initially used to dry

stared blankly at him as he bent down again

we were in

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

the towel covered his face had made her

that moment, he was like a well-behaved puppy, at her mercy, drying his hair as she wished. Rosalie had an inexplicable feeling as if she were his dictator, and he was bowing to

caught and laughed at herself, thinking, “Oh my, how can I harbor such thoughts? I’m afraid

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

was almost dried and

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 seeing the past