The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 290

It was… Calvin!

He was wearing a white shirt and beige trousers, looking a bit casual. His blonde hair seemed to be slightly messy. The cold moonlight shone on him and didn’t reflect his delicate features too brightly.

But at that moment, Rosalie felt Calvin was a little different from usual. In his black eyes on her, there was not the usual indifferent feeling, but rather a hint of vagueness.

His eyes made Rosalie uncomfortable as if he was looking at something through her.

As Calvin walked closer to Rosalie, she felt the smell of alcohol hit her.

“Did you drink?” Rosalie asked subconsciously.

“Yes, a little.” Calvin chuckled and looked at her more intently.

Rosalie pursed her lips and said, “It’s late, so I must go back. Bye.” With that, she was about to leave.

But when she just took a step, Calvin suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.

Rosalie fell into a broad embrace at once. The strong smell of alcohol was much worse than what she had just felt during her standing.

She thought, “He must have drunk a lot! How much wine did he drink?”

“Let go of me!” Rosalie shouted.

But Calvin still held her tightly. “Tell me how can I find you? I’ve been looking for you for a long time, but I can’t find you! I can’t find you…”

her heart, “Did he mistake me for someone else? So those

me.”

me first. You’re drunk,” Rosalie said, but his arms held her so hard

difference in strength between men and women became

you know how much I want to get drunk?” Calvin murmured

who you’re mistaking me for. You’d

and put his face close to hers. The tips of their noses almost

strong smell of alcohol

able to communicate with him. But how

“Mr. Gunner,

this, Calvin changed his face. “Behave myself? I’ve been… behaving myself too much… So I gave up without even

Rosalie was “the woman”, he could go all out to fight for her, confront Jonathan

when Calvin put his hand on her face, her hair stood on end and

danger was around

your hand at that time. On this day of that year, you carried me down the hill… You said you will protect me… and

the night breeze. His eyes were

to cry before her. The man, who had always brought a sense

as if she

a headache like

Calvin murmured, and his lips almost touched Rosalie’s as his face got closer to

clear slap sounded in the

pain. It was obvious that she just slapped Calvin

to one side, the air

a deathly

his head slowly and fixed his eyes on Rosalie. But now, his eyes become much

around without saying a word. Then he staggered away and got

press her hand