The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 740

Every word spoken by the two men at that moment found its way into Rosalie’s ears, causing her to feel a sense of absurdity. She couldn’t help but wonder why, even though she should have been privy to the truth, it now rested in someone else’s hands to decide whether to reveal it to her.

“Jon…” The word slipped softly from her lips, barely louder than her usual voice, yet it had the power to freeze the two men in the hall downstairs in their tracks. Almost simultaneously, both men lifted their heads and directed their gazes toward Rosalie.

Shortly after, their expressions underwent a profound shift. Calvin was overwhelmed by worry and regret; he had never intended for his words to be overheard by others. Jonathan shared the same thought, which was why he had instructed all the housekeepers to vacate the main house.

It was to ensure those words remained a secret.

But as fate would have it, sometimes the more you feared something, the more likely it was to come to pass.

Jonathan gazed at Rosalie in disbelief, his face now pallid, as if his entire blood supply had frozen the moment he heard the name “Jon.”

“Jon… Jon…”

Once, he had cherished hearing her address him that way, but now, he dreaded it just as much.

He had taken precautions to keep those words a secret from the housekeepers and even the butler, but he had failed to anticipate her presence!

He had assumed she would still be asleep for a while, not waking up so early. He had completely overlooked the possibility of her early awakening.

“Why? Why am I so careless? Why can’t I make such a simple prediction? Is it because I know that Calvin must have learned the truth about the case years ago, and my heart is in turmoil, causing my thoughts to become chaotic and making me overlook the obvious?” Jonathan cried out in his heart.

He longed to return to his usual self, to address her with the same tone, voice, smile, and warmth.

However, in reality, his entire body seemed to tremble, and every sound felt as if it was stuck in his throat. Uttering even a single syllable had become an immensely challenging task.

slowly. The stairs, once so familiar, now felt like stepping on clouds, light and ethereal. With each step she took, Jonathan’s complexion grew even paler. By the time she reached the

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even his lips bore a grayish

with what she had just overheard, left Rosalie with a crystal-clear understanding of the truth.

gleaming. “Tell me, is

his mouth, but words failed him.

years ago?” Rosalie pressed on. Finally, Jonathan’s throat produced a sound. “Rosie, I-I can explain, I…” His voice, usually refined and

Rosalie asked with unyielding determination.

his gaze meeting her eyes, and finally, the word “yes”

silent, didn’t you?” she continued asking. His lips quivered even more, and every question she posed felt like a searing blade, ruthlessly piercing through him, as if he were undergoing torture.

he was enduring was a consequence of

no? Answer me!” She raised her voice,

he replied. “But Rosie, at the

you do this? For the sake of your interests, you let an innocent person go to jail? And… you knew what the Hamilton family did to me in there, didn’t you?” Yet, he had chosen to turn a blind eye, to

in the

realize what a great joke she had turned herself

known the truth from beginning to end, knew her innocence, and knew she had been grievously wronged. Yet, he had done nothing, not even shown a hint

so sorry…” Jonathan kept apologizing, trying to reach

embrace her.

apology. Do you realize that I almost died in that

me…”

suddenly furrowed her brow, her hands

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