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

of his concession. In fact, he had never imagined compromising

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

hurt. She felt

what intensified her discomfort was

in his arms as if desperately

yesterday. Did he not believe a word I said? Or

his head, and their eyes locked in a silent confrontation. His gaze was so profound that she

heart throbbing, realizing that her explanations, worries, and determination from yesterday meant

to him.

matter,” he declared, leading her to

a cake, its icing half-finished.

Your birthday cake will be ready soon,” he said with a gentle smile. “If you don’t fancy breakfast, we

tone, wearing the same smile, as if everything were normal. It was as though

cake. She should have felt joy at the sight of it, but now, she only felt a

the matter, misunderstandings would forever linger between

what, she had

were cut short as Jonathan’s lips forcefully

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

between you and him? I don’t care about your past; I just want you to stay with

words. Does he only want me to stay with

memory and now remember everything about