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.

remain as promising. Moreover, someone

very least, Rosalie had witnessed the relentless manner

the outcome for Loretta in

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

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

up, he saw Rosalie lying on the couch on her side, eyes closed, clearly fast

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

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

a blanket from the adjacent lounge and gently covered

they refrained from employing their authority to intimidate. Instead, they longed for that person’s willing affection.

will you start loving me? How much longer do you want me to

gazing at a somewhat familiar ceiling in

“I…

Want to sleep a

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

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

going to

before three o’clock in the afternoon, so she

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

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

hair into a ponytail in

observed that with a degree of astonishment.

time in prison…” She came to an abrupt

Jonathan said