The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 209
Rosalie was completely unable to utter any words of rejection. When she came back to her senses, she and Jonathan were already lying on the bed.
Rosalie sighed and thought, “Fine, let’s sleep together, then. After all, it’s not like we have never done this before.”
However, now that she was lying on the bed, she no longer felt sleepy since he was lying beside her.
So, Rosalie had to find a topic for conversation. “Why do you still call me ‘Rosie’?
“Don’t you like me calling you that?” he asked.
She hesitated for a moment. “It’s not that. I just feel… Well, I just wondered if it would be different now that we’re a couple.” However, she had more or less gotten used to it by now. After all, he had been calling her that since the beginning
“What if I call you by your actual name in front of others and only special thing between us,” he suggested.
“You… seem to really like calling me ‘Rosie,’ huh?” she said.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I’ve never called another person in such an inti
She suddenly felt embarrassed.
you ‘Rosie’ when we’re together? That way, it’ll be a
“When I call you ‘Rosie,’ it feels special. It’s as if there’s a special, unbreakable connection between us.”
A look of confusion flashed across her eyes, and she didn’t understand what “connection” he was talking about. However, he didn’t seem to have any intention to explain further. He merely said to her, “Okay, go to sleep.”
She mumbled something in response and closed her eyes, but she made no move to turn off the light by the bedside.
He glanced at the light by the bedside, and a complicated look surfaced in his eyes.

When they were living in the rental home before this, she used to also sleep with the lights on at first. The reason was that turning off the light scared her and reminded her of some bad things.
Of course, he knew that the ‘bad things” she spoke of should be referring to some of her experiences in prison.
But then, sometime later, she seemed able to sleep with the lights off.
At that time, she said, “I’m not so scared anymore because you are with me, Jon.”
But now, she had gone back to the habit of sleeping with the lights on again. “Is it because my identity was exposed, and she’s now scared again? Should I have to wait until she’s able to sleep with the lights off to take it to mean that she’s fully accepted me into her heart again?” he wondered.
Although she was now dating him and said that she liked him, he was not sure how much weight he actually held in her
heart.
“I’m probably not as important to her as that good friend of hers, Lillian,” he thought.
As he thought of this, a trace of jealousy surged in his heart.
“Rosie, when will I become the most important person to you?” he uttered in his gentle voice that sounded not louder than a whisper, floating lightly in the room. At the same time, his eyes gazed quietly at her face under the illumination of the light. Every time she called her ‘Rosie,’ he felt close to her as if they were family and nothing could break them apart.
To him, calling her that was akin to giving himself an extra sense of security. He was afraid that one day, if he would not even be able to call her that, then there would indeed be no special relationship between them.
It did not matter whether he saw her as a lover or a family member. He wanted to be someone she could never abandon.
He had tasted the feeling of being abandoned before. Back then, he was abandoned by his biological mother. And this time, he would never let Rosalie abandon him.
“Never!” he vowed internally.
That night, Rosalie thought that with Jonathan lying next to her, she would not be able to fall asleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, she fell sound asleep and slept better than ever.
It was as though having him by her side gave her a sense of reassurance instead.
When Rosalie woke up the next day, she saw Jonathan wearing a white shirt and walking toward her while buttoning his cuffs. “You’re awake,” he said.
“Uh-huh.” She blushed slightly. At this moment, she had yet to wash her face or brush her teeth, and her hair was a mess as
well.
“Did you sleep well last night? I slept very well last night,” he said as he bent down and placed his hands on the edge of the
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bed, looking at her with his dark eyes.
Their gazes were almost level, Rosalie was suddenly at a loss.
She leaned back subconsciously and wanted to widen the distance between them. However, his hand pressed against her spine and exerted a slight force, immediately narrowing the distance between them instead.
“Did you not sleep well, Rosie?” he asked with his eyebrows raised.
“I-I slept fine,” she stammered.
“That’s good!” With that, he kissed her cheek naturally. “Later, after washing up, just go downstairs for breakfast.”