The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 225
After he said that, he said to the saleswoman, “Pack these up.”
The saleswoman was overjoyed. She quickly wrapped all the hair accessories and issued a receipt.
Jonathan settled the bill and took the bag of hair accessories. Rosalie didn’t object. She understood that it was a gesture of his
affection.
If she refused again, he might feel upset.
“Let’s also get some clothes and shoes,” he declared as if he had suddenly become a shopping enthusiast.
“Well, I have enough of them. No need to buy more,” she replied.
“But I want to see you dress better,” he said. “Don’t you women like to say that men should spend their money on women?
Besides, I didn’t refuse when you bought me clothes and shoes.”
Well, she couldn’t refute his words.
But just in case he decided to buy her a bunch of luxury brands, Rosalie suggested, “Well... How about I choose what I like?”
“Okay.” He smiled.
The two strolled around the mall, and Rosalie carefully selected some of her favorite dresses and shoes.
She tried it on and felt good, and the price was not expensive.
At this moment, she was wearing a long beige dress with a relaxed design and a pair of matching sandals on her feet.
She hadn’t worn this style for a long time.
As she looked at herself in the fitting mirror, Rosalie was momentarily lost in thought. She felt like she was looking at the
past.
However, the aura she radiated now was completely different from before.
It was akin to a sharp spear, once discarded in the dark and damp corners, now regaining its luster.

Rosalie locked eyes with her reflection. She couldn’t help but notice the difference in her reflection now compared to when she
had just been released from prison. There was no longer that dullness that had once clouded her eyes. It had gradually
dissipated, leaving behind a newfound brightness.
“Is it because of Jonathan? Because he gives me a little hope for the future? I would have probably felt ridiculous in the past.
He’s the person who made me desperate, but now he has become someone who gives me hope,” she mused.
“Do you like it?” His voice sounded in her ear.
She was stunned, only to find him behind and looking at her in the mirror.
Their
eyes met in the mirror.
“Well... Not bad,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing. His intense gaze seemed to ignite something within her. She felt a warm
blush on her cheeks.
“I also think it’s gorgeous.” His lips approached her ear and whispered softly. Somehow, it seemed that she became more and
more beautiful in his eyes, which made him unable to move his eyes away.
Her ears grew warm, and her heart raced. “Then... let’s take this. I’ll go change,” she said, eager to head into the dressing room
and take off the dress.
But the next moment, his hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
She looked at him in surprise. “What’s wrong?”
Jonathan pursed his thin lips. His eyes cleared up, and he smiled slightly. “Nothing, go ahead. I’ll wait here,” he replied as he
released her hand.
After Rosalie entered the dressing room and closed the door, Jonathan closed his eyes. When he reopened them, the desire that
had briefly flared was now completely suppressed.
Just a moment ago, he almost wanted to take her right there.
His desire for her seemed increasingly difficult to control. However, he knew that he needed to tread carefully and not scare her
away.

She was like a cautious and timid animal. Every step she took was so careful, and he needed to use his strongest patience to let
her eliminate the wariness in her heart and make her slowly learn to rely on him.
Only in this way can she fall in love and be inseparable from him!
Therefore, he had to be patient...
All for the sake of her love.
When Rosalie changed back into her original clothes and shoes, she noticed Jonathan peeking halfway out of the dressing room
with a serious expression.
“What’s wrong? What are you thinking?” she asked.
He looked up, smiled, and said, “Nothing.” Then, he took the clothes and shoes in her hand and handed them to the staff at the
counter to pay.
Just as they were about to take the elevator, a young woman suddenly approached Jonathan and said, “Hello, my name is Fraya
Yoder. I’m a sophomore at the University of Strico. Can we exchange phone numbers?”
The woman had a pure and beautiful face, with her long black hair cascading down. She was wearing a high-end luxury brand
dress that accentuated her curvy figure. It was evident that she came from a well-off background. She exuded an air of
affluence.
Jonathan glanced at the woman coldly and refused directly, “No.”
“Is it because of her? Is she your girlfriend?” Fraya blatantly pointed to Rosalie, who stood beside Jonathan.
Jonathan squinted his eyes, and a dangerous gleam appeared in his eyes, sending shivers down Fraya’s spine. But at the same
time, a desire to conquer the man also arose within her.
She was the beloved beauty of her class. Normally, many people would try to pursue her, but she wasn’t interested. It was rare
for her to encounter an attractive man, so she couldn’t believe she couldn’t win him over...
In Fraya’s view, she was far more appealing than the older woman standing beside this man. Even though the woman looked so
so, her appearance seemed to lack maintenance. Her hair had a slightly yellowish tinge, and she wore plain attire.

“Even if she is really your girlfriend, you have the right to choose again. How about dating me? I’ll definitely be a good girlfriend!”
Fraya raised her chin and said with confidence.
Normally, many people would be charmed by her antics and appreciate her playful innocence.
At this moment, another girl about the same age next to Fraya also chimed in, “Fraya is the campus belle. She has many
pursuers in school. It’s the first time I have seen her take such an initiative.”
In other words, the girl implied that Jonathan should be grateful.
With a confident smile on her face, Fraya was certain that even if the man declined, he would be too embarrassed to do so. In
this way, she could seize the opportunity to get the man’s phone number. As for the woman standing beside him, she paid her no
mind whatsoever.
Such a woman was no match for her at all.
Even if this woman were to lash out and criticize her, she believed she could skillfully use her words to put her to shame.