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.

to part ways, her prospects would unlikely remain as promising. Moreover, someone of Calvin’s disposition probably harbored an aversion

witnessed the relentless manner in which Calvin

the outcome for Loretta in the days

a sister in

fatigue crept in. She leaned back on the couch,

looked up, he saw Rosalie lying on the couch

her. Her sleeping face was tranquil, and her curled eyelashes cast shadows

as if observing her that way could bring a sense of tranquility and

the adjacent lounge and gently covered

point of view, was a straightforward affair. However, only then did he understand that when one genuinely desired someone, they refrained from employing their authority to intimidate. Instead, they longed for that person’s willing affection. Their words, glances,

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

eyes, she found herself gazing at a somewhat familiar ceiling in her groggy state. After a brief

“I… I fell

to sleep a little longer?” Jonathan’s

at Jonathan, “I… I dozed off. Why didn’t you wake me

I wanted to let you

had mentioned I was going to visit Aiden. I overslept,”

phone to check the time. Fortunately, it was just before three o’clock in the

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

Her hair was in disarray, so she swiftly took off the hair ties, gathered a handful of hair, and hastily tied

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

a degree of astonishment. “Do you always fix

really. I used 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 pleasant

Jonathan said