The Ceo’s Convict Wife

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.

he was in right

been dreaming of a scene from childhood, which meant he was a

sweat beading on his forehead once more and muttered tenderly, “Good boy. Sleep now. No one is going to abandon you.”

mother passed on. Yet, she never received much care and affection from her only grandfather after her mother’s death and the subsequent passing of her father,

the snow.

Jonathan’s childhood is far less fortunate than mine!”

of Rosalie’s heart

who had to stay strong alone at a tender age and was tricked into consuming sleeping pills by a deceptively kind housekeeper in a foreign household.

she felt sympathy for this man she no longer loved, only because he was

want to be left on my own…” His tone was in full-blown panic while dreaming, and a never-before-seen vulnerability marred his

on your own,” she went along gently with his words. All she wanted

drenched in sweat when he awakened and felt as if all the energy in his body had been

slowly sat up and

pin-drop silence, and he was

lowered his gaze gingerly, and

if he forced her to stay in this manor, she still wouldn’t remain by his side like his parents. They still left him in their

left to fend for himself.

on my own, just like before… What did it matter, anyway? Haven’t I always

meeting her?

on

that felt like being pierced recurringly by a needle began spreading

the door was suddenly pushed open,

advancing silhouette, and a look of surprise

woke up.” Rosalie placed the oatmeal on the nightstand while