The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 371

She thought, ‘How could he end his life so easily? Why didn’t he consider his son? He should have known what his death. meant to Jon who was so young at that time.

It was obvious that sending Jon to the Youngblood family was not the best choice. He just forgot that the father’s company was irreplaceable for a kid.

Jon lost his mother, but later, he could not even make his father stay.

As a young child, he was confined to a residence with his blood-related grandfather whom he hated so much!

Rosalie could almost imagine how cautious Jonathan must be when he lived there at such a young age.

In this residence, there was no sound relationship between Jonathan and his grandfather. Jonathan must struggle to survive in this horrible place.

Rosalie walked through the hall step by step and came to the inner room.

The decoration inside was the same as she had seen before, and the photo of Jonathan’s father was put on the desk.

At this moment, Jonathan stood still in front of the photo like a slender statue.

His back was straight, and the dim light fell on him, casting a shadow over the ground.

At this moment, the sense of loneliness oozed from him seemed to separate him from everything around him.

It was as if there had been nothing else in his inner world.

Rosalie had an impulse to cry. She couldn’t even explain why she had such a feeling that there was an invisible gap between Jonathan and her at this moment.

However, they should have been the closest to each other in the world.

“Jon!” said Rosalie in a particularly clear voice in this quiet room.

The tall man trembled slightly and then slowly turned around. His dark but glassy eyes stared at her with depressing

moroseness.

felt her heartbeat

he looked at

her indifference to

again with nervousness

The lifelessness in his eyes gradually faded, and instead, the

a

are you here?” She said, thinking that

be here.

she walked up to him and raised her hand to touch his cheek gently, but she felt the coldness on his

it was

I came here,”

frowned and continued, “It’s too late.

about

the back of her hand so that her hand continued to

stared at her quietly with his charming

only felt that he was a little strange now. His quietness and the

uneasy.

right?” He uttered those words through his thin lips, and his voice was like the night wind across

replied without any

he added. Surprisingly, vulnerability

more intense because he looked

you mention

His voice was hoarse, and he seemed to beg

a moment, in addition to feeling uneasy, she was sorry

weak in exchange for an

peered over his shoulder and saw the photo behind

tender expression in the photo was his father, who chose

a

was betrayed by his

by his father and left alone in the

her, as he was waiting for

back her tears. Others thought Jonathan was affluent enough to get

just wanted to heal his

at his face, met his eyes, and