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.

numerous

how…” she murmured.

must wonder why they’re all stuck to this wall.” He finished off her sentence and

throat becoming unusually parched under his attention while his fingers gently stroked her face.

locked in place under his gaze, and couldn’t move

shapely lips pronounced, “It’s because I can’t sleep. Without looking at

end.”

turmoil. “Does this mean that he’s having insomnia? Is staring at my

matter how desperately I want to. The thoughts in my mind

hugging her clothes. Since that no longer worked, he

imperceptible dark circles under Jonathan’s eyes due

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

to have found a kind of satisfaction from

she doesn’t love me, she’s still with

felt a burden on one side of her shoulders with

deadbeat individual seeking sanctuary. It didn’t matter to him that it

he sought solace in. It was as if she was the only one in the world he could rest his head on, and

an idea!” Rosalie commented self-mockingly. She couldn’t possibly be the only one he relied on. It

back to my room.” Rosalie wanted to leave.

herself pushed down on the

away in panic, but he

hold you like this,” he uttered in a low voice and

only way he could fill the void in his heart and put him at ease to the