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.

would unlikely remain as promising. Moreover, someone of Calvin’s disposition

witnessed the relentless manner in which

the outcome for Loretta in the days

I had genuinely treated her like a sister in the past and would have worked

scroll through the web pages. As she did, fatigue crept

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

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

if observing her that

blanket from 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

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

her eyes, she found herself gazing at a somewhat familiar ceiling in her

and exclaimed, “I… I

now? Want to sleep a little

startled and looked up at Jonathan, “I… I

so soundly, I wanted to let you

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

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

Jonathan declared, getting up from his chair and putting on his coat as

was in disarray, so she swiftly took off

managed to tie her hair into a ponytail in

degree of astonishment. “Do you always fix your hair

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

sorry,” Jonathan