The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 443

Jonathan’s temper was extremely cold, and Callum showed no signs of backing down.

The noise around them seemed to be isolated.

Carlos, standing behind Jonathan, felt a cold sweat run down his back. If Jonathan did get into a fight with Callumn, then things would get worse.

Although the White family’s territory was not in Strico, once they fought with the Youngblood family, both would suffer losses.

Besides, Callum was ruthless and scheming despite his elegant demeanor as a gentleman.

Otherwise, an illegitimate child like Callum would not be the head of the White family.

Just then, Rosalie, in Jonathan’s arms, said, “Lillian, Jon came to pick me up. We’ll see the show… next time…”

“Okay. So… next time!” Lillian replied.

The atmosphere at the scene was eased by the two drunk women. Jonathan had a cold expression while walking out of the bar with Rosalie in his arms, and Carlos quickly followed him.

Meanwhile, Callum wanted to take Lillian away, but she was obviously reluctant. “How about we watch it together?”

Callum mentally remarked, “Watch it? If I really watched it with her, I would probably be pissed off!”

At that moment, Callum only wanted to cleanse her sight and wash away all the obscene scenes she had seen.

Callum directly Carried Lillian onto his shoulder, led her out of the bar, and threw her firmly into the passenger seat.

Lillian was still muttering, “I-I haven’t watched enough yet. Why did you bring me out? Callum, y-you can’t stop me from pursuing music…”

not that drunk

his glare was nothing to her. He sighed and finally bent down to help Lillian fasten her seatbelt. Then he helped her tidy

vest

treasure at that moment. If Callum snatched it, he feared onlookers would be

leave the place. He planned to find a chance later to

saw another black car heading in the opposite direction

see Jonathan sitting in the back seat

muttered in his heart. Then he looked

has mentioned that the person she loves is me. I will never break up with her

can only be with me in her life, and I’m the only man she can like. She shouldn’t even think about falling in love

driving the car in fear. He could not figure out what Jonathan was thinking at

the back seat, Jonathan looked at Rosalie in

can she lean on my arm so

around Jonathan’s neck and looked

mused. Then she murmured, “Jon, you know what? I’m…

Jonathan frowned. “Happy?”

I really want to see the people on stage and dance with them. I can really forget a lot of problems,” Rosalie

moment.

held Jonathan like that as if she was relaxed for the first

hair. I think Aploth men look best with black hair.

Rosalie continued. But Carlos could feel the atmosphere in the car getting increasingly tense. He was roaring in his

get mad if Rosalie kept

So you like the man with the black hair,”

black-haired