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…”

shuddered. She wondered in her heart, “Did he mistake me for someone else? So those words were not

me.”

drunk,” Rosalie said, but

in strength between men

I want to get drunk?” Calvin murmured with a trace of broken

you’re mistaking me for. You’d better let go of me

face close to hers.

breath enveloped Rosalie, and the strong smell of alcohol gave her

she might be able to communicate

frowned, “Mr. Gunner,

I’ve been… behaving myself too much… So I gave up without even any fighting.

“the woman”, he could go all out to fight

was talking about, but when Calvin put his hand on her face, her hair stood on end

danger was

at that time. On this day of that year, you carried me down the hill… You said you will protect me… and let me not be

voice sounded in the night breeze. His eyes

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

were as if she had

a headache

Calvin murmured, and his

clear slap sounded in the

Her right palm was a burning pain. It was obvious

Calvin’s face was slapped to one side, the air around him seemed to

a deathly

long time, Calvin turned his head slowly and fixed his eyes on Rosalie. But now,

on Rosalie and turned around without saying a

her hand