The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 553

Rosalie finally waited for him in Jonathan’s bedroom.

She had nowhere else to go, even if she wasn’t keen on waiting. After all, she was only permitted to roam within the premises without any way of escape.

In that case, she might as well save herself from the hassle.

Jonathan’s bedroom was about the same size as hers. All his furniture was also antique in the style. The only difference was a heavy curtain covered one side of the room’s wall.

“Don’t tell me there are blood stains left behind on this wall like the Room Where Blood Spills?”

The thought of it caused her hair to stand on end. Rosalie walked closer to the wall and gazed at the curtain as she guessed what might lie behind it. Could the curtain merely serve as a decorative piece?

The bathroom door opened right then, and Jonathan emerged after showering.

There was only a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his toned torso. His ebony eyes were trained on Rosalie, who.. instantly felt like prey that had fallen into a trap.

He strode toward her step by step while she subconsciously retreated from him. Suddenly, her foot tripped over an object, and she tipped backward.

Rosalie let out a shriek of alarm. Her hand grabbed onto the curtain on the side, pulling it instinctively.

The curtain was drawn open immediately just as an arm simultaneously reached out to break her fall.

Her eyes met Jonathan’s handsome face.

“Thank you…” She steadied herself awkwardly after a moment and looked away to avoid his gaze.

However, she was subsequently stunned by what she saw. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she took in the wall behind the curtain she’d accidentally drawn open.

was covered with numerous photos of

photos, how…” she

why they’re all stuck to this wall.” He finished off her

throat becoming unusually parched under his attention

would have avoided it, but her body seemed locked in place under his gaze, and couldn’t move an

looking at these

end.”

at him agape and felt her emotions being stirred into turmoil. “Does this mean that he’s having insomnia? Is staring at my photos the only way he can fall

“I can’t fall asleep no matter how desperately

the past by hugging her clothes. Since that no longer

dark circles under Jonathan’s eyes

side…” He bent down and rested his head on her shoulder

seemed to have found a kind of satisfaction from that.

me, she’s still with me

of her shoulders with part of his body weight pressed

It

was the only one in the world he could rest his head on, and he would fall into an abyss if she pushed him

commented self-mockingly. She couldn’t possibly be the only one he relied on. It was but a false impression she formed after witnessing his

go back to my room.” Rosalie wanted

pushed down on the bed in one

away in panic, but he tightened his hold

hold you like this,” he uttered in a low voice and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder while savoring her

only way he could fill the void in his heart and