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.

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

had witnessed the relentless

would be the outcome for Loretta in the days ahead?”

hardship, is no longer within my concern. Even though I had genuinely treated her like a sister in the past and would have worked hard to

web pages. As she did, fatigue crept in. She leaned

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

Her sleeping face was tranquil, and her curled

her that way could

the adjacent lounge and

one genuinely desired someone, they refrained from employing their authority to intimidate. Instead, they longed for that person’s willing

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

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

“I… I fell

sleep a little longer?”

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

so soundly, I wanted to let you sleep a

going

before

go with you,” Jonathan declared, getting

nodded and then realized her somewhat disheveled appearance following her earlier nap. Her hair was in disarray, so she swiftly took off the hair ties, gathered a handful of hair, and hastily tied it

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

astonishment. “Do you always fix your

used to take forever to do it, but then, during my time in prison…” She came to

Jonathan said