The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 394

Jonathan suddenly came up with a series of questions. His anxiety was clearly shown, which was rare.

Rosalie looked at Jonathan above her in surprise, wondering why he suddenly snapped after the silence and depression along the way back there.

Rosalie said, “Jon, let go of me! I can explain it to you.”

But Jonathan didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her face feverishly for a while. He said, “Okay, I’m listening.”

But no matter what Rosalie said, Jonathan wouldn’t let go of her.

Rosalie felt that the temperature of her body seemed to be soaring as if her thoughts were affected by his kisses.

Rosalie explained, “I… I went to visit Grandma’s tomb. When I was going down the mountain, I turned to a track and went to the hill beside. I used to be there quite often when I was young so I missed it. Then I met Calvin there.”

Rosalie told Jonathan what happened as quickly as possible. She didn’t want him to misunderstand her.

But Rosalie didn’t tell him about the part where her memory was restored.

Rosalie thought she should keep it a secret forever!

Jonathan’s eyes widened. He asked, “Did you fall off the cliff?”

“Well, luckily, Calvin was there. He grabbed me. But later I passed out. When I woke up, I found him going down the mountain carrying me on his back.” Rosalie continued, “I wanted to walk on my own but I had some scratches. If I walked on my own, I would not get out of there before dark.”

Hearing this, Jonathan lifted Rosalie’s dress and saw scratches on her legs.

The scratches on her ankles were especially glaringly obvious now. Covered by the long dress, they didn’t attention. But now, he saw her ankle was swollen and had some scratches.

attract!

his

earlier?” Looking at Rosalie’s wounds,

if someone had blood all over his body and not an inch of his skin was intact, he wouldn’t feel

Rosalie’s injuries, Jonathan felt so

differently from how he usually did. So, all Rosalie thought about

clamped his thin lips together tightly and the next moment, he held Rosalie up in his arms and

Jonathan squatted down and carefully cleaned her

on her

fact, they’re no big deals for me.” She didn’t want him to care too much about her scratches.

that these bruises were

were countless scars of various sizes, silently telling Jonathan what she had suffered in prison.

Jonathan loved her, the harder it was for him to

even dare to imagine what exactly happened when she was tortured

leaned over. He kissed

bit her lips slightly.

it bothers

She wanted to cry

who cared about her and would feel sad because of

same way about her

ever made in her life was to fall in love with

put on clean leisurewear for her, and then

said, “If it hurts,

Rosalie answered, “Okay.”

the ointment to her injuries gently like he was treating an extremely important treasure that was even

didn’t let go of her hand. He kept staring at the redness on her wrist that had not yet faded away.