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.

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

exclaim. She felt as if she had stumbled upon a scene of great beauty, akin to a painting, with roses from a romantic comic

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

and returned to his

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

chat? Did they need to be in such postures and proximity for a casual conversation?”

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

was time to settle the bill, Jonathan took the

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

no

the restaurant,

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

Jonathan driving her old car. Who would

gleam in Lillian’s eyes and inexplicably felt his

Youngblood residence, and Jonathan and Rosalie got out

time.” Lillian

today, and drive safely on your way back through the large iron

she and

disappeared. She kept staring until Callum’s impatient voice reached her ears. “Have you

Lillian muttered. When she had seen Jonathan for the

did not consider him a vagrant, let

this? Were you not saying just the other day that you liked looking at

own saliva at his words, thinking where on earth did he get

the fact that Rosalie and