The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 145
Lillian was startled. She didn’t expect to hear a man’s voice from the other end of his phone. It even sounded like... “I-Is that you,
Jonathan?” she asked stiffly.
The man hummed a response and hung up the phone.
Lillian stared at the phone in her hand and slowly came to her senses. “Rosalie fell asleep, but why is Jonathan the one
answering her phone? Don’t tell me he’s lying right beside her now,” she thought.
She murmured to herself, “Besides, where is she staying now if she’s not at the rental home?” Lillian’s eyes turned from her
phone to the closed door of the rental home. Was Rosalie staying with Jonathan?
It was quite unbelievable.
Meanwhile, Jonathan put away Rosalie’s phone and carefully carried her sleeping form out of the car.
Fearing that she would catch a cold while he carried her back, he even took off his coat and draped it over her.
The housekeepers were surprised when they saw him carry her all the way to the house. Although they already knew that
Rosalie was no ordinary person to be allowed to live in the Youngblood residence, they had never seen Jonathan treat a woman
so carefully and gently.
It was like he was holding some rare and precious treasure. He forbade everyone from making any noise the entire journey so as
to not wake her up.
Gary, the butler, watched as the Jonathan he had raised fussed over the woman gently. A complicated look flashed across his
eyes.
Back then, when Jonathan’s father had brought Jonathan’s mother back to the Youngblood residence, he had also treated her
gently and protected her. But in the end, he lost his life.
Sometimes, when one person pours too much love into another person, it turns into a tragedy.
Gary wondered if Jonathan would be like his father and pour all of his love into Rosalie. After all, Jonathan had never treated a
woman like this. Even the young lady from the Hamilton family didn’t receive such treatment from him.

Gary hoped that Jonathan could find himself a romantic partner, but he was afraid that Jonathan would love a woman too much
and it would become another tragedy in the future.
Jonathan carried Rosalie back to her bedroom. He opened the door and carefully put her on the bed. Then he helped her take
off her shoes and coat.
Her face was covered with dried tears. Even when she was asleep, her eyebrows were still knitted together as if she was still
immersed in that sadness.
She was still holding the half-charred photo album tightly. After a while, Jonathan finally took it out of her arms carefully. When he
saw her bandaged fingers, his heart ached.
“It’s just an album. Why are you so silly?” he murmured.
Even if this photo album was her mother’s, there was no need to risk her life to get it. If the fire had touched her body, her injuries
would be far worse than the ones she had now.
Jonathan gently held her hand and kissed her fingertips, which were tightly wrapped in gauze. “It must huft a lot. I really want to
bear the pain for you...”
He whispered gently to her. This was the first time he wanted to bear the pain for someone else.
Jonathan covered Rosalie with the quilt and looked at her sleeping face like he was infatuated.
Rosalie felt as if she fad a long dream. She dreamt of when she was a child, spending time with her mother and other memories
that she had almost forgotten.
But gradually, the dream turned to become a nightmare. Her mother miscarried, and her younger brother, who was already fully
developed, lay motionless on the ground, his body cold.
No! I w
“No! No! I want my mother and my brother!”
She shouted desperately, only to find that she couldn’t make a sound.
At this moment, a bell suddenly rang as if to pull her out of the nightmare....

Rosalie slowly opened her eyes and heard an elegant voice in her ear. “Are you awake?”
She was still in a trance when a handsome face appeared before her eyes. Jonathan’s bright eyes seemed to be full of
unspeakable tenderness,
“Yeah...” She replied dumbfoundedly, still unable to come to her senses.
It was like her dream and reality were intertwined, and she couldn’t get a grip on herself.
“Then you should answer the phone,” Jonathan said and put the phone next to her ear.
Rosalie was still bleary-eyed as a familiar voice sounded from the phone’s speaker. “Rosalie? Rosalie, are you awake?”
Rosalie shuddered and was instantly awake. “Lillian!”
“Yeah, where are you now? Are you with Jonathan? I called you last night, but he answered the phone. The same thing
happened when I called you earlier this morning.”
Lillian was about to lose her mind. She never expected that Jonathan would answer Rosalie’s phone twice.
“Did you call me last night?” Rosalie was surprised.
“Yes, he said you were asleep.” Lillian asked, “What the hell is going on? Do you really live together? What’s going on between
you and him now?”
A series of questions came out of Lillian’s mouth.
Rosalie bit her lip slightly and looked at Jonathan, who was holding her phone next to her ear. “Yes... It’s a little complicated.
Next time I meet you, I will explain things. Is anything the matter?”
“Well, it’s about your case. I accidentally found out that one of the witnesses for your case back then might be in Sloummont right
now. So I want to discuss it with you,” Lillian said.
Rosalie was stunned for a moment and then said, “Okay. So... when are you free? Let’s meet up!”
“Let’s do it after I get off work today.” Lillian asked. “Are you going to work at the Environment and Sanitation Administration
today? How about I come to pick you up after you’re done?”

“No, it’s fine. Let’s just meet up at the usual place, Rosalie replied.
“Sure,” Lillian said.
After the conversation, Rosalie wanted to sit up. But when she pushed her hands against the bed to prop herself up, she felt a
sharp pain course through her fingers.
“Ah!” she subconsciously shouted in pain. Jonathan immediately put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up like he was
helping a child sit up.
Rosalie suddenly felt embarrassed, but then the pain in her fingers suddenly reminded her of what happened last night. Then
nervousness immediately flashed across her face. “Where is my album? Where is it?”