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

he had never imagined

were gradually destroyed by her, yet he

She felt suffocated in

intensified her discomfort was his

you believe me?” She strained to lift her chin in his arms as if

a word I said? Or

locked in a silent confrontation. His

explanations, worries, and determination from yesterday

to him.

an end to this matter,” he declared,

the kitchen counter lay a cake, its

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

everything were normal. It was as though the conflicts and doubts between them had never existed.

cake. She should have felt joy at the sight of it, but

they settled the matter, misunderstandings would forever linger between

had to

were cut short as Jonathan’s lips forcefully

of sweetness from her mouth. In the end, he bit

you not to bring up anything between you and him? I don’t care about your past; I just want you to stay with me in the future.”

he only want me to

care even if I say I’ve recovered my memory and