The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 339

Fiona bit her lips slightly and asked, “If I hadn’t saved you, you wouldn’t be nice to me?”

She wanted to hear him say no, but she was greeted with a pair of indifferent and alienated eyes.

The man in front of her just looked at her calmly as if he were looking at a stranger.

Suddenly, Fiona’s heart sank. She regretted what she said just now. She added, “I… I just want you to be nice to me, not only because I saved you, but also… Because of something else…”

She stammered.

“Enough. Don’t think too much,” Calvin said flatly. “It’s getting late. You should rest early.”

As he spoke, he opened the door and was about to get in when Fiona suddenly said behind him, “Be careful on the way, Cal!”

Hearing this, Calvin’s body suddenly stiffened and the scene of that petite figure going down the mountain with him on her back flashed through his mind.

At that time, the girl kept talking to him as if she was afraid that he would faint because of injury and bleeding.

“What’s your name? If you don’t tell me, I’ll call you Cal. It’s carved on the corner of your clothes. Is that your name?

“Cal, you can’t sleep. If you fall asleep, you won’t be able to wake up.

“Let me tell you a story. What kind of stories do you like to hear? I’m very good at telling stories! Cal, answer me!

“Cal… Cal…”

Over the years, these words would flash across his mind over and over again and wake him up from his dreams.

weren’t for her at that

replying, “Okay, I see.” The indifference in his

drove away, the expression on Fiona’s face changed. She bit her lower lip

Rosalie. As long as she doesn’t remember it, I’ll be

her for so many years. He must have deep feelings for her. If I can make good use of it,

have to

Como La Flor, which was the song that “she” sang when she carried

seemed that the pain in

that time… He thought that it was not bad if things could

her childhood. Besides, Fiona knew Como La Flor and called

things, so Fiona couldn’t have heard

that Fiona was the one he was

was just… Unfortunately, he didn’t feel anything when he saw her. It was

got out of the car, and went straight to the studio,

mountain with him on her back, or they snuggled

that time, all they had was each

the first time that he realized that someone was so important to

survive.

these paintings, only one was an

her eyes were full of tenderness, which

front of the painting, his dark eyes fixed on the person in the painting. A trace of pain flashed across

that the person

voice sounded in

painting still looked at him with a faint

raised his hand and gently stroked the woman’s