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.

reached Jonathan’s bedroom, she

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

night,” said Rosalie while turning around, wanting

night, if he was home, she was to bid him good

next moment, he grabbed her hand and pulled her directly into the room. “Are you just going

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

his face in her shoulder, and sniffed the

have missed you so much, Rosie. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he murmured. His low voice sounded like the most

as though her heart was struck by something. There was a numbness, followed by the rush of blood that flowed

miss me, Rosie?” His breath brushed past

her lips, not knowing how to answer him. The room

sigh sounded in her ears. He then slowly straightened up and looked at her with a pair of bewitchingly flirtatious yet helpless eyes, saying,

miss me. She’s the only one to refuse to answer me. Yet, I can do nothing about her. It appears that

while handing her the towel in his hand,

him as he bent down

the matter? Didn’t you often wipe my hair when we were in the rental

she covered his head with the towel

fact that the towel covered his face had

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

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

He can do with me at will, and I’ll not have the strength to fight

hair was almost dried and

which covered his forehead and most of his eyes, made Rosalie feel as if she was seeing