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 fully envelop her

was the extent of his concession. In fact, he had never imagined compromising this much for a

her, yet he still longed

body hurt. She felt suffocated in Jonathan’s

her discomfort was his

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

a word I said? Or perhaps, he never believed in my

their eyes locked in a

her explanations, worries, and determination from yesterday

to him.

this matter,” he declared, leading her

kitchen counter lay a cake, its

soon,” he said with a gentle smile. “If you don’t fancy breakfast, we

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

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

the matter, misunderstandings

matter what, she had to clarify

short as Jonathan’s

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

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

believe my words. Does he only want me

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