The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 803

Chapter 803

“Okay,” Jonathan replied and wrapped his arms around Rosalie. Before he left, he sneaked a peek at Callum.

At that instant, Callum’s visage was inundated with endless sorrow, even brimming with incomparable despair.

It seemed that even if he was alive, he was nothing more than an empty shell.

Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat, and his footsteps also came to an abrupt halt. Pieces after pieces of images flashed across his mind, but they all flickered way too fast that he could not even tell what those scenes were. “What’s the matter? Jon?” Rosalie turned and regarded Jonathan who stopped with befuddlement.

“It’s nothing.” The man’s eyelashes trembled slightly as he lifted his footsteps once more and left the banquet alongside the lady.

After hopping into the car, Jonathan leaned his back against the seat, heaving a breath while shutting his eyes.

“Are you tired?” A gentle female voice sounded near his ear.

“Kind of.”

“Have a shut-eye, then. It’ll take more than half an hour to reach the Youngblood residence from here, anyway,” stated Rosalie.

Jonathan tried hard to relax himself, but somehow, his heart appeared to be racing even quicker. The despair on Callum’s countenance he glimpsed a while ago kept running through his head.

It felt like he himself had also been that desperate once upon a time.

That said, never could he recall when he was last enveloped by such desperation.

had a vivid view that he himself was holding an

sounded so hopeless and sad that it was as though he had no intention ‘whatsoever of living on but was forced to merely survive

die in your stead? Why? I’m the one to blame! I’m the one who

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call him miserable would

those words. He wondered if that

dead that I

headache began swelling in

and all of a

groan after another came intermittently from

break free from the

of the blue, a voice chimed

feeling unwell?

voice kept bombarding him, seemingly pulling

felt her fingers rubbing his forehead to ease the agony

and Jonathan slowly opened his eyes. That delicate, sweet face of the woman instantly came into

you having a headache again? Should we go to the hospital? Or should I

elicited no answer from Jonathan. The latter’s dark gaze was fixated on the person before his eyes. A sheen of perspiration was

know just how much he loved the lady back then, to the extent that he would feel that much torment upon mistaking

first, the broken memories in his mind might look like pure projections from a bystander watching from the

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