The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 237

Sensing her friend’s concerns, Rosalie reassured her, “It’s okay. I’ll uncover the truth, give justice to Melanie, and clear

own name!”

“Enough about me. How about you and Callum?” Rosalie asked in return.

my

“What else can there be? It’s just the same. We’re just like any other couple in a relationship.” Lillian shrugged. Sometimes, things appeared deceptively “normal,” and Rosalie could not help but feel she was genuinely in a relationship with Callum. There were moments when she would become so engrossed in the illusion of this “relationship” that she had to remind herself continuously that it was all a facade and Callum’s true intentions were driven solely by a desire for revenge once she fell in love with him.

“I still think that Callum may not be as vengeful as you imagine, Lillian,” Rosalie said. People like Callum had many ways to torment someone if they wanted revenge, and it did not make sense for him to choose such a convoluted and time-consuming approach.

“I hope it’s not as I imagine,” Lillian said, pouting slightly with a dismissive tone.

Rosalie knew that Lillian was still convinced that Callum was seeking revenge. However, since Rosalie did not have much information about Callum, she chose not to say more on the subject.

Certain things could only be understood through experience.

However, no matter what, she did not want Lillian to get hurt.

The two of them exited the restroom and walked toward the private room.

As they opened the door, they were greeted by the sight of Callum with one hand resting on the table and the other propping up the back of the chair where Jonathan was sitting. Callum leaned over, engaged in a conversation with him. Their gazes were almost level, and their faces were extremely close.

taken aback by the

a scene of great beauty, akin to

he could easily deduce that Lillian’s mind was once again filled with chaotic thoughts, judging by her

and returned to his

added with a faint smile. “Mr. White and I were just having a casual

chat? Did they need to be in such postures and proximity for a casual conversation?” Lillian could not help but

right, we’ve finished our meal. Let’s head back to Strico. If we leave now, we should arrive around four or five o’clock, Jonathan suggested as

bill, Jonathan

the next gathering? Whenever you are free, we all should meet up again,” Callum suggested, his

course, there is no problem,” Jonathan replied

of them left the restaurant, and Jonathan

drove himself, Jonathan would use luxury cars, so riding in Lillian’s relatively inexpensive car was a

not help but feel sentimental when she saw Jonathan driving her old car. Who would have

glanced at the gleam in Lillian’s eyes and

arrived back in Strico, they first stopped at the Youngblood residence, and Jonathan and

time.” Lillian and

safely on your way back through the large iron gate of

that, she and Jonathan

the iron gate where Jonathan and Rosalie had disappeared. She kept staring until Callum’s impatient voice reached her

had seen Jonathan for the first

let alone a local tycoon capable of making

moment, a pair of hands held Lillian’s face, turning her gaze toward Callum’s face. “What is this? Were you not saying just the other day that you liked looking at my face? Now, have you taken

nearly choked on her own saliva at his words, thinking where on earth

astonishment at the fact that Rosalie and