The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 556

Chapter 556

What did it mean when he said he was willing to consume the medicine she gave him? Was it trust?

If that were so, why didn’t he trust her feelings if he could do so toward the medicine she provided? Perhaps they wouldn’t have broken up if he’d had more faith in her from the start.

At this point, such trust was more like a kind of irony.

Jonathan’s brows were furrowed, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead despite being asleep.

Therefore, Rosalie took a towel from the bathroom and gently wiped his forehead.

“Mom… Mom…” he called out intermittently. His voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper. She had to draw closer to him to decipher what he was saying.

“Could he be dreaming about his mother?” Rosalie thought.

She remembered Jonathan mentioning that his mother abandoned him and his father when he was still very young, as she could no longer stand living an impoverished lifestyle.

She had never shown up in his life since then, even after many years had passed.

Besides, Rosalie remembered the wound on his chest. While the scar had now lightened, it had almost cost him his life.

She could picture how dangerous the situation had been from the fading scar. A child would have easily met their end with such an injury.

It had been inflicted on him when his mother pushed him away when he begged her to stay.

“Mom, don’t leave me alone… Don’t abandon me… and Dad…” Jonathan’s eyebrows knitted together even tighter. His head began shaking slightly as his broken voice escaped his lips incessantly.

A new layer of sweat had formed on his forehead despite her wiping it a while ago.

was in right

from childhood, which meant he was a child

his forehead once more and muttered tenderly, “Good boy. Sleep now. No one is going to

care and affection from her only grandfather after her mother’s death and the subsequent passing of her father, who froze to

the snow.

it, Jonathan’s childhood is far less fortunate than

Rosalie’s heart twinged in

had to stay strong alone at a tender age and was tricked into consuming

herself internally she felt sympathy for this man she no longer loved, only because

be left on my own…” His tone was in full-blown

his words. All she wanted at

was drenched in sweat when he awakened and felt as if

up and

pin-drop silence, and he was the only one

his gaze gingerly, and it remained fixed

manor, she still wouldn’t remain by his side like his parents. They still left him in

left to fend for

like before… What did it matter, anyway? Haven’t I always been solitary before

meeting her?

only rely on

that felt like being pierced recurringly

the door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure

gazed blankly at the advancing silhouette, and a look of surprise flashed

it to you after you woke up.” Rosalie placed the oatmeal

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