The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 341

Rosalle stepped forward and quietly looked at her grandmother lying in the coffin. She knew that this was the last time she saw her grandma. This kind old lady gave her a lot of love after she lost her mother, making her childhood happy.

Rosalie put the flowers in her hand gently in front of Wilma’s coffin and said goodbye to Wilma in her heart.

When Wilma’s body was cremated, Rosalie didn’t go over. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to stand the scene of her grandmother’s body being cremated.

Jon, Grandma left me after all, Rosalie murmured. “There is one less person in this world who truly loves me and treats me well.

Jonathan looked at Rosalie and said, “I won’t leave you.” He would always be with her.

“I know you’ll never leave me. And I… I’ll never leave you as well,” Rosalie said. He always reassured her when she was restless and uncertain.

Wilma’s ashes were put in an urn after cremation.

The Lopez family buried Wilma in their ancestral grave in the village. In the past, people lived in villages nearby and Lopeza could be buried here after death.

Rosalie respectfully bowed three times in front of her grandma’s tombstone.

According to the custom of their hometown, at the burial, if the deceased was a senior, the younger generation needed to kneel down and kowtow in the end.

When Rosalie stood up after kowtowing, she was surprised by what she saw.

Then he knelt down on both knees and respectfully kowtowed

he must’ve never

really loved

again, and she secretly made up her mind. One day,

“Thank you.” She had a lot to say, but in the end, she only said these two

Rosalie and naturally knew how much Wilma had influenced Rosalie and how Wilma had protected Rosalie when she was

the door of the Lopez family. Several black luxury cars were parked in

got out of the car and opened the door

Jonathan

for her to stay here anymore since her grandma’s matter had already

Lopez family, a row of people watched Jonathan get in the car holding Rosalie’s hand, and then witnessed

prison, could have such kind of luxury car to pick her up. And this was even better than Fiona’s

who Rosalie’s

window, Rosalie hummed and her beautiful and melodious singing echoed in the

eyebrows slightly. After Rosalie finished

She was the one who taught me how to sing it, and I used to sing it when I was a child. But at that time, I didn’t quite understand the meaning of the lyrics. The older I am now, the more I understand the

indeed a good song,”

teach me to sing songs anymore,” she murmured, looking

hours every day. She spent most of the time beside

out the way

agreed and Jonathan helped her adjust her seat to a suitable angle

of the seat, closed