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 to

had witnessed the relentless manner in which Calvin

for Loretta in the

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 worked

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

saw Rosalie lying on the couch on

stood up and quietly walked to her. Her sleeping face was tranquil, and her curled eyelashes cast shadows on her

that way could bring a sense of tranquility and contentment

blanket from the

wanting someone, from his 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, or simple gestures could induce

start loving me? How much longer do you want me to wait?” The only response within the

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

exclaimed, “I… I

now? Want to sleep a little

and looked up at Jonathan, “I… I dozed off.

so soundly, I wanted to let you sleep a bit longer,”

I had mentioned I was going

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

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

nap. Her hair was in disarray, so she

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

observed that with a degree of astonishment. “Do

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 memory for either of

Jonathan