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.

Lillian were both taken aback by the situation, with Lillian even theatrically gasping

could not help but exclaim. She felt as if she had stumbled upon a scene of great beauty, akin to a painting, with roses from a romantic comic

deduce that Lillian’s mind

straightened up and returned to

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

in such postures and proximity for a casual

back to Strico. If we leave now, we should arrive around four or five

time to settle the bill, Jonathan

about I host the next gathering? Whenever you are free, we all should meet up again,” Callum suggested, his tone tinged with hidden

no problem,” Jonathan replied

of them left the restaurant,

cars, so riding in Lillian’s relatively inexpensive car was a

when she saw Jonathan driving her old car. Who

glanced at the gleam in Lillian’s eyes and inexplicably felt his mood

in Strico, they first stopped at the Youngblood residence, and Jonathan and Rosalie got out of the car. Callurn took over

see you next time.”

“Thank you for today, and drive safely on your way back through the

she and

Rosalie had disappeared. She kept staring until Callum’s impatient voice reached

muttered. When she had seen

then, even she did not consider him a vagrant, let alone a local tycoon capable of

hands held Lillian’s face, turning her gaze toward Callum’s face. “What is this? Were you not saying just the other day

his words, thinking where on earth did he get the idea that she

was merely expressing her astonishment at the fact that Rosalie