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 disposition probably harbored an

the very least, Rosalie had witnessed the relentless manner in which Calvin handled his clingy

the outcome for Loretta

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

crept in. She leaned back on the couch, and

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

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

if observing her that way could bring a sense of

a blanket from the

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 a sense of

he asked, “When will you start loving me? How much longer do you want me to

eyes, she found herself gazing at a somewhat familiar ceiling

exclaimed, “I… I fell

now? Want to sleep a little longer?”

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

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

was going to visit

reaching for her phone to check the time. Fortunately, it was just before

you,” Jonathan declared, getting up from his chair and

in disarray, so she swiftly

to tie her hair into a ponytail in a mere

that with a degree of astonishment. “Do

my time in prison…” She came to an abrupt stop. The painful experiences endured in prison were far from being a pleasant memory for

sorry,” Jonathan said