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.

across his mind again. However, that time around, he had a vivid view that he himself

as though he had no intention ‘whatsoever of

stead? Why? I’m the one to blame! I’m the one who deserves death!”

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out. To call him miserable would be an understatement.

wondered if that picture in his head was from the time

because I thought she was dead that I became that desolate?” was his thought.

severe headache began swelling in his

pang was almost as if his head was about to explode at any second. A muffled scream escaped Jonathan, and all

Why…” One groan after another

all his might, he struggled to break free from the shackles of overwhelming distraught and flee the

a voice chimed in his

okay? Are you feeling unwell? Can you

kept bombarding him, seemingly pulling him out of dejection.

then that he felt her fingers rubbing his

That delicate,

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

was fixated on the person before his eyes. A sheen

back then, to the extent that he would feel that much torment upon mistaking

a bystander watching from the sidelines,

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