The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 956

Rosalie took a deep breath and began to lower herself onto her knees, ready to kneel. But just as her knees were about to touch the ground, Jonathan swiftly rushed toward her, gripping her arm with one hand and lifting her up.

“Rosalie, how could you…” His lips trembled as he shot her a fierce glare. “How could she push me like this? How could she just kneel like that?” he thought.

“Jon, you can’t bear not forgiving me, can you?” Rosalie held onto Jonathan tightly with her other hand. She knew she was despicable in resorting to such a way to make him stay, to secure his forgiveness.

But she couldn’t bear to lose him like this, to be apart from him once more!

Jonathan’s body tensed, and he found himself unable to counter her words.

Indeed, he couldn’t bear it.

It was as though she had peered into his soul, understanding his incapacity to bear it, and she clung to that incapacity relentlessly.

“Is this my weakness?” Jonathan pondered. Rosalie was his weakness, and even after the pain she had caused him, he couldn’t remain indifferent to her.

With his head lowered, Jonathan gazed at Rosalie and said, “Is that what you truly want, for me to forgive you? Well…” With that, he suddenly took her arm and led her toward the grand hall.

Rosalie struggled to keep pace and nearly stumbled as she followed him. Eventually, Jonathan forcefully pushed her onto a warm bed.

Rosalie sat up, looking a bit disheveled, while Jonathan stood by the bedside, gazing down at her condescendingly. “Undress!” he commanded.

She was stunned, not immediately grasping his intent.

to do, demonstrate how much you

realizing his meaning.

bit her lip and hesitated. “Is this… really the way

find it humiliating, you’re free to leave right now.”

if giving herself courage. Then, she raised her hand and began

and gradually all her

of her movements attentively, fully aware of the difficulty she was

never been an open person, Despite having three children

there were moments when she desired

in a situation that would make any woman embarrassed, she was willing to

grew even more tumultuous. Her eyes gleamed with a touch of mist, highlighting her rosy cheeks and the slightly nibbled lip,

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in this moment, Rosalie was disheveled, while he stood there impeccably dressed. Ironically, it should have been Rosalie feeling

gaze

all he desired was to calm his emotions, not to let her disrupt his inner peace, and not

recent days, he had continuously reminded himself in this manor not to become a loser again, not to love someone so profoundly; for the deeper

slowly left the bed and approached Jonathan. She gently cupped his face with her hands and said, “Jon, look

desired most was to feel her

if I do look at you, then what?” However, the tension in his clasped hands at his side

the immense effort Jonathan was putting

other, engaging in cold wars, and growing apart. You’re the one I love the most, and I want