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

me.”

drunk,” Rosalie said, but his arms held her so hard that her struggle

such times, the difference in strength between men

I want to get drunk?” Calvin murmured with

don’t care who you’re mistaking me for. You’d

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

and the strong smell of alcohol gave

be able to communicate with him. But how could she communicate with a drunk

“Mr. Gunner,

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

could go all out to fight for her, confront Jonathan and even do

Rosalie didn’t know who Calvin was talking about, but when Calvin put his hand on her face, her hair stood on end

sense of danger

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

the night breeze.

her. The man, who had always brought

as if

had a

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

clear slap sounded

was a burning pain. It was obvious that she just slapped

slapped to one side, the air around him seemed

was a deathly

Calvin turned his head slowly and fixed his eyes

around without saying a word. Then he staggered

press her hand