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…”

he mistake me for someone else?

me.”

let go of me first. You’re drunk,” Rosalie said, but his arms held her so hard that her struggle was

strength between men and women became

drunk. Do you know how much I want to get drunk?” Calvin murmured with a trace of broken hoarseness

mistaking me for. You’d better let go

what?” Calvin looked down and put his face close to hers. The tips of their

enveloped Rosalie, and the strong smell

state, she might be able to communicate with him.

“Mr.

been… behaving myself too much… So

all out to fight for

aren’t you her?” Rosalie didn’t know who Calvin was talking about, but when Calvin put his hand on her face, her hair

danger was

this day of that year, you

cold and choking voice sounded in the night breeze. His eyes were red and tears fell down

she never expected Calvin to cry before her. The man, who had always brought a sense of alienation, coldness, and nobility,

as if she had

she had a headache like a

Calvin murmured, and his lips almost touched Rosalie’s

slap sounded in

pain.

to one side, the air

a

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

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

her hand against