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

of her scratches, vivid evidence of her outburst. Rosalie could feel a throbbing pain in her fingertips, let alone Jonathan, the one who bore the

glued together. Rosalie attempted

separated their hands, his complexion tinged with a hint of paleness, concern, and a touch of

Carlos, who was waiting on the side.

Carlos replied.

out of the room, heading toward the living

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 to treat your hand so you won’t be

worst I’ve experienced.” Furrowing his brows, Jonathan pondered, “What does she mean by the ‘worst’? Is it the pain she endured in prison? Did the torment she suffered back then

He had always known that she had

felt as if even breathing was painful for him.

her imprisonment and his silent acceptance of the torment she endured, the regret he felt now was unparalleled. It was a regret so

her fingertips. “I wish I fell in love with you before you went to

to be tinged with a

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

everything was too late.

the man kissing her fingertips. The warmth from his lips lingered

“Jonathan, you…”

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

I shouldn’t have been indifferent when she was framed by