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 his embrace.

fact, he had never imagined compromising

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

hurt. She felt suffocated

discomfort was his

to lift her chin in his arms

yesterday. Did he not believe a word I said? Or perhaps, he never believed in my love?” she

in a silent confrontation. His gaze was

explanations, worries, and determination from yesterday meant nothing

to him.

this matter,” he declared, leading her

counter lay a cake,

be ready soon,” he said with a gentle smile. “If

if everything were normal. It was as though the conflicts and doubts between them had

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

settled the matter,

she had to clarify

words were cut short as Jonathan’s lips

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

up anything between you and him? I don’t care about your past; I just want you to stay with me in the future.” Rosalie felt the heat on her lips, but a cold

he only want me to stay

memory and now remember