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.”

arms tightened as if he was determined to

the extent of his concession. In fact, he had

by her, yet he still longed

hurt. She felt suffocated in Jonathan’s

discomfort was his

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

I

head, and their eyes locked in a silent confrontation. His gaze was

realizing that her explanations,

to him.

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

lay a cake, its icing

it beautiful? Your birthday cake will be ready soon,” he said with a gentle smile. “If

were normal. It was as

the half-finished cake. She should have felt joy

settled the matter, misunderstandings

had to clarify

words were cut short as Jonathan’s lips forcefully met hers,

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

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

He doesn’t care about my explanations or believe my words. Does he only want me to stay with

don’t care even if I say I’ve recovered my memory and now