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.

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 bottom of the stairs and

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and even his lips bore

she had just overheard, left Rosalie with a crystal-clear

deep breath, her bright eyes gleaming. “Tell me, is what Calvin

He opened his mouth, but words failed him.

it true that Yvette was the murderer all those years ago?” Rosalie pressed on. Finally, Jonathan’s throat produced a sound. “Rosie, I-I can explain, I…” His voice,

Rosalie asked with unyielding determination.

his gaze meeting her eyes, and finally, the

silent, didn’t you?” she continued asking. His lips quivered even more, and every question

of his own

raised her voice, her demeanor growing

replied. “But Rosie, at the time,

jail? And… you knew what the Hamilton family did to me in there, didn’t you?” Yet, he

believed she was the true culprit in the car accident, which was why he had behaved

she came to realize what a great joke she had

truth from beginning to end, knew her innocence, and knew she had been grievously wronged.

kept apologizing,

embrace her.

away. “I’m sorry… So, for you, a person’s entire destiny can be reduced to a mere apology. Do

me…”

her brow, her hands clutching

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