The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 222

After a while, Rosalie eventually successfully guided Jonathan to cut the nail.

Her initial impression was that it was quite exhausting, to the point where even trimming her nails seemed more relaxing.

However, it appeared that Jonathan had unexpectedly developed an obsession with nail trimming. He meticulously examined the nails on Rosalie’s other fingers and then trimmed them individually.

Once all the trimming was done, he seemed reluctant to stop. He said, “If your nails grow long again, I’ll help you trim them.”

Rosalie suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

It was still noon, and it seemed too early to visit Aiden at the hospital.

Jonathan returned to his desk to attend to company/matters, while Rosalie took out her phone and browsed web pages.

Out of the blue, her focus was captured by a trending topic. The trend centered around Loretta. It hailed her as the ultimate victor in love and

career.

It also reported that Loretta had officially confirmed she would be attending the GF dinner event in Strico with Calvin. The event would bring together prominent figures from Strico. The news not only refuted previous rumors of their breakup, as mentioned by others but also showcased their flourishing relationship.

In that trending topic, there were also several pictures of Loretta endorsing products and photos of her gracing the

Cer of fashion magazines.

Certainly, there was no denying that Loretta currently had access to substantial resources. Nevertheless, Rosalie’s countenance briefly soured. It was evident that Loretta’s current achievements were inextricably linked to Calvin.

were to part ways, her prospects would unlikely remain as promising. Moreover, someone of

witnessed the relentless manner in which Calvin handled his clingy

be the outcome for

treated her like a sister in the past

scroll through the web pages. As she did, fatigue crept in. She leaned back on the couch,

saw Rosalie lying on the couch

up and quietly walked to her. Her sleeping face was tranquil, and

that way could bring a sense of tranquility and contentment to

from the adjacent lounge and

from employing their authority to intimidate. Instead,

me? How much longer do you want me

a somewhat familiar

exclaimed, “I…

to sleep a

was startled and looked up at Jonathan, “I… I dozed

I wanted to let you sleep a

I had mentioned I was going to visit

check the time. Fortunately, it was just before three o’clock in the afternoon, so

I’ll go with you,” Jonathan declared, getting up

then realized her somewhat disheveled appearance following her earlier nap. Her hair was in disarray, so she swiftly took off the hair ties, gathered a handful of hair, and hastily tied it back into

were lightning-fast, and she managed to tie her hair into a ponytail in a mere five or six

of astonishment. “Do you

to take forever to do it, but then, during my time in prison…” She came to an abrupt stop. The painful experiences endured in prison were far from being a

Jonathan