The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 559

Calvin had, after all, been scratched by her before.

“Let go of my hand…” Rosalie’s voice wavered as she spoke to Jonathan while Levi changed the needle. “When the pain hits, I might hurt you.”

“So what?” Jonathan raised his free hand, gently wiping off the sweat on her forehead. “So only Calvin can get hurt on your behalf, but I can’t?”

A sudden tremor ran through Rosalie’s body. Before she could say anything, Levi resumed inserting the needles.

The pain was excruciating. Rosalie gritted her teeth, enduring the pain. Her forehead, wiped clean of sweat moments ago, now bore a fresh layer. Beads of sweat, the size of beans, relentlessly slid down her cheeks.

Jonathan just stared at Rosalie intently without uttering a word. Even with the back of his hands bearing the marks of her scratching, it was as if he felt no pain.

On one could say that at this moment, his entire focus was solely on Rosalie.

Pain etched her face, her struggle evident as she fought to suppress and endure the pain. She clenched her jaw, veins bulging on her forehead and the back of her hand.

At last, when Levi concluded the treatment, Rosalie felt as if her entire being was on the brink of collapsing.

“Done. We’ll proceed with the third treatment one week later,” Levi told Rosalie. “Remember not to expose the wound to water for 24 hours.”

“Thanks…” Rosalie, her face drained of color, let out an exhale and expressed be her gaze settled on her hand entwined with Jonathan’s.

gratitude. It was only at this moment that

the marks of her scratches, vivid evidence of her outburst. Rosalie could feel a throbbing pain in her

their hands were securely entwined and seemed to be glued together. Rosalie attempted to withdraw her fingers, but she

complexion tinged with a hint of paleness, concern, and a

was waiting on the side.

it,” Carlos replied.

the room, heading

to carry me. I only had my hand treated; I can still walk,”

her down. “How about I find another way for you? I’ll look for a better doctor

trust Mr. Sabatini,” Rosalie insisted, “Besides, I can endure this pain. It’s not the worst I’ve experienced.” Furrowing his brows, Jonathan pondered, “What does she mean by the ‘worst’? Is

his heart. He had always known that she had suffered a lot in prison, but witnessing her

ached, and it felt as if even breathing was painful

fegrets over his cold observation of her imprisonment and his silent acceptance of the torment she endured, the regret he felt now was unparalleled. It was a regret so profound that

her fingertips. “I wish I fell

voice, like the night wind, seemed to be tinged with a

could go back, so he could appear in front of her before she went to prison, use

was too late.

kissing her fingertips. The warmth from his lips lingered on her skin, and her body seemed to

“Jonathan, you…”

wrong,” he interrupted her with a murmur. Until now, he had never admitted his mistakes to anyone, but here he was before her, saying, “Rosie, I was wrong. I

I shouldn’t have been indifferent when she was framed