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.”

tightened as if he was determined to

concession. In fact, he had never imagined compromising this much

her, yet he

She felt

her discomfort was his words.

his arms as if desperately trying to see her

Did he not believe a word I said? Or perhaps, he

matter?” Jonathan lowered his head, and their eyes locked in a silent confrontation. His gaze was so profound

explanations, worries,

to him.

end to this matter,” he declared, leading her

the kitchen counter lay a cake, its icing half-finished.

with a gentle smile. “If you don’t fancy breakfast, we

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

the half-finished cake. She should

how they settled the matter, misunderstandings would

matter what, she had

short as Jonathan’s lips forcefully met hers,

of sweetness from her mouth. In the end, he bit her lips as if in

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

my explanations or believe my words. Does he only want me to

my memory and now remember