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.”

as if he was determined to fully envelop her within his embrace.

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

were gradually destroyed by her, yet he still

hurt. She felt suffocated

discomfort was his

lift her chin in his arms as if desperately

I said? Or perhaps, he never

and their eyes locked in a silent

realizing that her explanations, worries, and determination from yesterday

to him.

let’s put an end to this matter,” he declared, leading her to the

lay a cake, its icing

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

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

his way of ending the matter?” Rosalie thought while staring at the half-finished cake. She should have felt joy at the sight of it, but now, she only felt a hint

the matter, misunderstandings

what, she had to

But Rosalie’s words were cut short as Jonathan’s

her lips, snatching away every bit of sweetness from her

just want

or believe my words. Does he

memory and