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

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

Rosalie while

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

directly into the room. “Are you just going to say good night

pursed her lips and looked at him innocently with her almond-shaped eyes. Her countenance obviously indicated that she had come by just

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

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

heart was struck by something. There was a

you miss me, Rosie?” His breath

her lips, not knowing how to answer him. The

long time, his sigh sounded in her ears. He then slowly straightened up and looked at her with a

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

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

as he bent down again and nudged his head

wipe my hair when we were in

she covered

that the towel covered his face had

like a well-behaved puppy, at her mercy, drying his hair as she wished. Rosalie had an inexplicable feeling as if she

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

do with me at will, and I’ll not have the strength to fight back. Can it

almost dried and took off the

was messy and ruffled from her drying. The bangs, which covered his forehead and most of his eyes, made