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.

truly hers. It would be like a pie in the sky, splendid

do so at any moment.

more.

more. “Why are you so hesitant to call me Jon? You always have to wait for me to ask before you say it. Is it really that difficult for you to say this

Rosalie remained silent.

“Is it difficult? Actually, it’s not difficult as long as I regard it as an address for him. However, maybe it’s because the name ‘Jon’ used to be so

he was just Jonathan

him Jon might give her a false impression that he was still the same person

of my imagination? In truth, I had never

she had created according to her expectations. It was not the

you say it,”

gently uttered.

“Say it again.”

“Jon.”

“Once more.”

“Jon… Jon…”

reminding herself in her heart that

you, I’m just Jon,” he said, holding her in his

her entirely, but a trace of sadness flashed in her doe eyes.

Jon had already ceased to exist when he asked to break up with

speaking to Irene on the other end of the phone. “All right, I’ll be back tomorrow, and I’ll handle all

to understand.” Irene’s voice was tinged with a sense of hurt, eliciting a protective response from those who

talk about everything when I return,” Warren replied and

hardly slept for the past two days. Whenever he closed his eyes, scenes from the

her smiles and tears. The memory of her announcing that she was carrying his child came

that she bear a child for him, and