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.

His name is Jonathan Youngblood, and he’s the most

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

only seen demons in TV shows and movies, terrifying creatures that tore people apart,

Jonathan a demon? If Jen hadn’t confessed that she likes me, would he

a composed child, he was only 5 years

he gazed down at his own hand, a thought crossed his mind. “If I lost this hand, would

had simply picked it up naturally. His teacher had identified him as a piano prodigy but pointed out his lack of emotional expression, playing more

play the piano in the future. However, now he was

couldn’t play the piano, would Jen… stop liking

play the piano

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

but couldn’t get through. In her desperation, she dialed Jonathan’s number, and

the hospital where Rosalie was staying.

in a few days, with a low chance of success, Lillian sharply

if… the surgery fails…”

However, even if my hands are no longer functional, I still have my mouth and feet, and there are plenty of voice-controlled functions available nowadays. Even without hands, I can still do many things,” Rosalie replied with a casual