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

In fact, he had never

destroyed by her, yet he still longed to possess her.

body hurt. She felt suffocated in

what intensified her discomfort was his words.

her chin in his arms as

word I

locked in a silent confrontation.

her explanations, worries, and determination from

to him.

matter,” he declared, leading her to

the kitchen counter lay a cake, its icing

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

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

the matter?” Rosalie thought while staring at the half-finished cake. She should have felt

this were how they settled the matter, misunderstandings would forever linger between

matter what, she had to clarify

short as Jonathan’s lips forcefully met hers, silencing all her

every bit of sweetness from her mouth. In the

him? I don’t care about your past; I just want you to stay with me in the future.” Rosalie felt the heat

words. Does he only want me

recovered my memory and