The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 898

He raised his hand and gently stroked Jennifer’s head, his face softening with a gentle smile. “I would never cut off his hand. I am not a bad person. I just want you to understand that even if both of you are handcuffed together, it’s actually quite simple to separate you if needed.”

“Daddy, are you really not going to cut Felix’s hand?” Jennifer blinked her eyes.

“No,” Jonathan replied with a fatherly warmth, gazing affectionately at his daughter. It seemed that having a daughter who resembled Rosalie was helping him heal the regrets of not knowing Rosalie when she was younger. “Jen, just know that if you truly like Felix, you can tell me. You don’t need to resort to such methods.” “If I tell you, can you make sure Felix doesn’t leave?”

“As long as it’s a reasonable request, I’ll agree,” Jonathan responded in a gentle tone. His smile softened. “You’re my daughter, and I want the best for you. As for Felix, if you truly like him, he can stay.”

Jonathan stated nonchalantly, and Jennifer’s face lit up with a smile. She leaned in and affectionately kissed her father’s cheek. “Daddy, you’re really kind.”

“I hope to make your wishes come true,” Jonathan said tenderly as he caressed his daughter’s little head. Then, he added, “It’s getting late. You should go to sleep. I’ll stay with you and tell you a bedtime story.” “Okay,” Jennifer answered.

Jonathan picked up the fairy tale book Jennifer had been reading earlier and began to tell a story. Before long, Jennifer had drifted off to sleep.

Jonathan watched his daughter sleep, his face filled with tenderness. However, as his gaze shifted to the slumbering figure of Felix beside her, his eyes turned icy, devoid of any tenderness.

Jonathan stood up, turned off the light, and left the room.

Inside the bedroom, darkness shrouded everything, and only a slender sliver of moonlight filtered through the window, casting a faint glow.

Felix, who had initially closed his eyes, now had them open. His little face was pallid, and his body tense. He hadn’t really been asleep; he had been awake the whole time. He had a nagging feeling that Jonathan’s words weren’t meant for Jennifer. They were meant for him.

name is Jonathan Youngblood, and he’s the most formidable man in Strico, the most merciless executioner. If he

those words with a face contorted by fear and dread, emotions he could

and movies, terrifying creatures that tore people

confessed that she likes

5 years old and couldn’t help but feel

at his own hand, a thought crossed his mind. “If I lost this hand,

he particularly loved; he had simply picked it up naturally. His teacher had identified

considered what it would be like if he couldn’t play the piano

piano, would Jen…

wanted to play the piano for her.

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blocked, and Lillian remained unaware that Rosalie had found the child, let alone that the child had been

to call Rosalie, but couldn’t get through. In her desperation, she dialed Jonathan’s

hospital where Rosalie was staying. “Rosalie, your hand…” As soon as she saw Rosalie’s bandaged hand, Lillian’s breath immediately

hand would require surgery in a few days, with a low chance of success,

if… the surgery

mouth and feet, and there are plenty of voice-controlled