The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 397

“Yes.” Jonathan’s answer echoed, stirring a mix of emotions within her.

“Why did you do this?” Rosalie questioned.

“Why?” Suddenly, he raised his arms, delicately pulling her into an embrace. “What about you? Why did you seek hypnotherapy from a doctor? Are you trying to reclaim memories with Calvin? Are you so reluctant to let go of that part of your past? You only spent a brief day together in your childhood, but now, you have me.”

His voice remained calm as if narrating an ordinary tale, yet it sent shivers down her spine.

“He even knows that I only spent a day with Calvin! It’s as if he knows everything, and I’m the clueless one,” she thought.

Sensing Rosalie’s body stiffening, Jonathan tightened his hold. Lips close to her ear, he continued in a low murmur, “Don’t delve into those memories anymore. Don’t you have me? Isn’t that enough for you?”

“No,” Rosalie countered in her mind. She had no desire to unearth those memories. She had made a conscious decision to bury them, treating them as her own little secret. She attempted to clarify, “Between Calvin and me…”

But Jonathan interrupted her.”

“Enough. Stop it! I don’t want to hear about anything between you and Calvin!” He held her firmly in his arms, refusing to hear what she had to say..

“Jon, listen to me…”

“I said that I don’t want to hear about anything between you and Calvin! I don’t care what happened between you and him yesterday on the hill. I can pretend that nothing happened, but don’t have any contact with him. Don’t think of him, let alone miss him.”

was determined to fully envelop her within

fact, he had

dignity were gradually destroyed by her, yet he still longed to

felt suffocated in

discomfort was his

to lift her chin in his arms as if desperately trying to see her beloved man.

not believe a word I said? Or perhaps,

lowered his head, and their eyes locked in a silent confrontation. His gaze was so profound that she couldn’t decipher any emotions.

that her explanations, worries, and determination

to him.

put an end to this matter,” he declared, leading her to the kitchen.

kitchen counter lay a cake,

a gentle smile. “If you don’t fancy breakfast, we can have lunch

as if everything were normal. It was

half-finished cake. She should have felt joy at the

how they settled the matter, misunderstandings would forever linger

had

words were cut short as Jonathan’s lips forcefully

sucked on her lips, snatching away every bit of sweetness from her mouth. In the end, he bit her

past; I just want you to stay with me in the future.” Rosalie

Does he only want

if I say I’ve recovered my memory and now remember everything