The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 470

“What does that mean? Am I a mascot?” Rosalie shook her head. She cast aside the jumbled thoughts in her mind and refocused her attention on the case files in her hands.

In a few days, the compensation trial for Larry’s car accident would officially begin. Judging by the current attitude of the defendant, it was clear they intended to prolong the process and had no intention of paying up.

For the defendant, serving a one-year prison sentence would easily offset the hundreds of thousands of dollars in compensation, turning it into a profitable choice.

Although Rosalie was seventy to eighty percent confident that the real perpetrator was the celebrity, Aubrielle, the evidence at her disposal was not sufficiently compelling.

Perhaps Rosalie needed to revisit the route the car had taken that day or the scene of the incident to find some useful clues at the scene. Rosalie thought to herself, “After all, that’s all I can do at this point.”

Otherwise, Larry and his family would still receive no compensation even if they won the case in court.

“Why are you staring so intently?” Jonathan’s voice suddenly sounded in Rosalie’s ear.

Rosalie then realized that Jonathan had finished his video conference at some point, and he had walked over to her.

At that moment, Jonathan was leaning over and supporting himself with one hand on the table, His gaze was fixed upon the documents in her hand.

“It’s nothing. It’s just a case from the firm,” Rosalie responded.

Jonathan asked, “Do you really intend to remain a mere assistant in this law firm and not accept my help? I can give you your own law firm. You have a license now and can take cases independently. There’s no need for you to be an assistant.”

“No. I want to gain some experience for now,” Rosalie replied.

“So, are you refusing me, then?” His voice dropped, and there seemed to be tension in the air.

Rosalie bit her lip slightly. “Jonathan, you don’t need to give me anything. I’m already grateful that you’re willing to arrange protection for Amelia and Aiden.”

For Rosalie, what she wanted most now was to rely on herself.

law firm, it would never be truly hers. It would be like a pie in the sky, splendid yet

offer, he could do so at any moment. In that case, she would be left with nothing

more.

gently stroked her lips, preventing her from biting them once more. “Why are you so hesitant to call me Jon? You always have to wait for me to ask before you

Rosalie remained silent.

an address for him. However, maybe it’s because

he was just Jonathan to

might give her a false impression that he

of my imagination? In truth, I had never truly understood him, which is why his talk of breaking up felt

“Jon” in her heart was just what she had created according to her expectations. It was not

hearing you say it,” he whispered.

she gently uttered.

“Say it again.”

“Jon.”

“Once more.”

“Jon… Jon…”

words over and over, but she kept reminding herself in her

you, I’m just Jon,” he said,

enveloped her entirely, but a trace of sadness flashed in her doe

to her again. Jon had already ceased to exist

bedroom, Warren was speaking to Irene on the other end of the phone. “All right,

made you leave without even explaining? I-I’m not blaming you. I just want to understand.” Irene’s voice was tinged with a sense of hurt, eliciting a protective response from those

I return,” Warren replied and rubbed his temples.

Whenever he closed his eyes, scenes from

announcing that she was carrying his child came rushing back, along with his

that she bear a child for him, and how she resolutely responded by thrusting a shattered glass against