The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 517

Rosalie had returned alone those days, which was fine, but it so happened that Calvin sent her home that day. At that moment, Calvin held Rosalie’s hands as they looked at each other, making them look like a couple.

Carlos only hoped that Calvin and Rosalie would separate quickly. He wondered what Jonathan would do if they stayed there like that.

Rosalie walked to the rental home with a box of pancakes. Then, she took the key from her bag and opened the door. Just when she was about to push the door open, someone else’s hand did that ahead of her.

Rosalie was startled and turned around hurriedly, only to see that Jonathan had stood behind her at some point.

“When did you come here?” she asked in surprise.

That day, he wore a thin, light-colored sweater and black trousers. Coupled with his handsome face, he looked like a gentle and noble young man. However, his face was grim, tinged with depression, struggle, and hostility.

She instinctively felt a sense of crisis, as if the man before her, at that moment, was dangerous, and she might be hurt if she was not cautious.

“Why? Won’t you invite me in?” His cold voice sounded slowly.

“It’s getting late now…” She wanted to reject him, but he leaned closer to her.

Rosalie subconsciously stepped back while Jonathan stepped forward until he entered the house and closed the door of the rental home.

Bang!

With the sound of the door closing, the room suddenly became extremely quiet.

Rosalie took a deep breath and asked, “What’s the matter?”

takeout box in her hand. “Did Calvin give this

startled. Then, she realized he might have seen Calvin walk her to the

asked again and continued to lean closer

kept stepping back until her back pressed against the

of her body and lowered his head. His

Is that enough? I want to rest.”

by his. His fingertips gently stroked her hands, and he murmured, “When he touched you here earlier, you

different if she had never lost that memory or had recalled that

have no feelings for him, it doesn’t mean he can’t hold my hand. Just like now, I have no feelings for you

my hand?”

aren’t

he pulled her into the bathroom.

“Jonathan, what are you doing?”

sink, and water

He

put

under the faucet, soaped them with soap, and washed them over and over again as if he was going to rinse off all the traces, breath, and warmth left

to pull her hands out of Jonathan’s but could not. She did not know how many times her hands had been washed, but they were beginning to hurt. “Jonathan, that’s

turned off the faucet, picked up the towel beside the sink, and carefully dried her hands. “Next time, don’t let Calvin touch your hands

the scene he saw at the entrance of the residential area earlier, he could not bear it, and his body seemed to be filled with jealousy. He

don’t say anything that will make me angry,” he added.

laugh. “Should I still be in love with you

hands paused, and Jonathan raised