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.

ways, her prospects would unlikely remain as promising. Moreover, someone of Calvin’s

witnessed the relentless manner in which Calvin handled

for Loretta in the days

destiny, whether filled with success or hardship, is no longer within my concern. Even though I had genuinely treated her like a sister in the past and would have

did, fatigue crept in. She leaned back on the couch, and her eyelids

lying on the couch

walked to her. Her sleeping face was tranquil, and her curled

looked at her sleeping form, as if observing her that way could bring a sense

a blanket from the

one genuinely desired someone, they refrained from employing their authority to intimidate.

softly, he asked, “When will you start loving me? How much longer do you want me to wait?” The only response

gazing at a somewhat familiar ceiling in

and exclaimed, “I… I

Want to sleep a

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

so soundly, I wanted to let you sleep

mentioned I was going to visit Aiden. I

was just before three o’clock in the afternoon, so she wouldn’t be

to make it to the hospital. I’ll go with you,” Jonathan declared, getting up from his chair and putting on his

so she swiftly took off the

she managed to tie her hair into a ponytail in a mere

that with a degree of astonishment. “Do you

do it, but then, during my time in prison…” She came to an

sorry,” Jonathan said