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.

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

relentless manner in which Calvin handled his

the outcome for Loretta in the days ahead?”

a sister in the past and would have worked hard to assist her in obtaining resources, the family’s treatment of me during my imprisonment

did, fatigue crept in. She

Jonathan looked up, he saw Rosalie lying on the couch on her side,

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

form, as if observing her that way could bring

the

from employing their authority to intimidate. Instead, they longed for that person’s willing affection. Their words, glances, or simple gestures could induce a sense

me? How much longer do you want me to wait?”

somewhat familiar ceiling in her groggy state. After a

“I… I

a little longer?”

was startled and looked up at Jonathan, “I… I dozed off. Why didn’t you

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

I had mentioned I was going to

reaching for her phone to check the time. Fortunately, it was just before three o’clock in the afternoon, so she wouldn’t be late

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

appearance following her earlier nap. Her hair was in disarray, so she swiftly took off the hair ties, gathered a handful of

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

degree of astonishment. “Do you always fix your hair

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

Jonathan said