The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 721

Jonathan’s embrace tightened around Rosalie, his unease was almost palpable. His tight hold begged questions.

What was it that he feared?

Was it perhaps the lingering impact of Howard’s foreboding parting words? Rosalie’s intuition stirred, prompting her to gently probe, “Jonathan, are you worried… that I’ll be upset?”

Jonathan’s body stiffened at her words, his breath quickening.

Yet, he offered no reply. Instead, he pulled her closer into a tight embrace. Rosalie could not help but feel she had hit the mark with her assumption. It appeared that Howard’s parting words had indeed shaken Jonathan.

After all, when Howard finished his words, Jonathan’s reaction, the hostility, the glint of menace in his eyes were enough to unsettle anyone.

It felt as though Howard had crossed a forbidden line, one that Jonathan could not bear.

“Don’t worry,” Rosalie reassured him. “I won’t be upset.”

Jonathan’s lips trembled, his voice shaky as he responded, “You… won’t… be upset?”

“No, I won’t,” she affirmed with a warm smile. She raised both of her hands and tenderly cupped his face. “I’m guessing Howard came to discuss the Hamilton Jade Gardens project, am I correct? I understand that you’ve been seeking justice for what happened to me, but don’t fret. Whatever he said last won’t come between us.”

He gazed at her with a dazed expression. “You truly don’t care about what he said?”

“Back then, you didn’t know me, did you? For you, I was just someone who had accidentally caused the death of your fiancée. Some people in prison intentionally made things difficult for me to gain your favor. However, at that time, it was something insignificant to you.”

Rosalie looked at him calmly as her fingers gently traced the corners of his eyes. “Jonathan, when we started dating and I fell in love with you, I had already moved past that chapter. Didn’t you tell me that if you had known me earlier, you wouldn’t have let me suffer?” she continued.

His eyelashes trembled, a myriad of emotions dancing in his eyes. Jonathan pondered if she perceived his fear as merely tied to that particular incident and if she assumed he had easily brushed it aside all those years ago.

his fear ran deeper. He feared her discovering the

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of his role

moved on, and you

mind?” he murmured.

don’t,” she affirmed.

to uncover the complete truth and still say this, it would indeed be a blessing. He lowered his gaze, tenderly brushing his cheek against her palm. “I wish

followed might have been different.

honest about everything, okay? Jon, I don’t want us to end up like Amelia and Warren,” Rosalie said.

lips. “Did you see

took him to meet the doctor who was involved in Irene’s supposed abortion,” Rosalie explained. “And Warren’s reaction was

he had confronted his feelings and discussed past grievances honestly when he first fell in

left unsaid, and it is best if the

knit suddenly, and she gasped, her hands instinctively

wrong?” he asked, his voice lacing

her pregnancy, Rosalie had been questioning the faint sensations she had occasionally

left no room for doubt; they were

each one following the last like a chain

Jonathan’s gaze remained fixed on her

hand to where the baby’s movements

an almost surreal stillness seemed to wash over Jonathan, although he had heard of some theoretical knowledge about when pregnant women might sense fetal movements and

an entirely unique and profound moment. It felt as if he was connecting with the tiny, vibrant

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cry, call, and grow after birth.