The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 291
At that moment, she found herself in a situation that made her both amused and perplexed.
Yet, quietly observing him on the side was also a gratifying experience. It was something she had never imagined-her and him,
spending time together in such a manner.
In his office, he was completely absorbed, swiftly reviewing the documents in his hands while continuously annotating
them.
It was clear that his speed in reviewing was remarkable, and concurrently, he occasionally gave instructions for follow-up tasks to
the senior on the other end of his computer.
As Rosalie watched Jonathan in this state, a sense of admiration suddenly washed over her. People often said that men were at
their most charming when they were engrossed in their work, and it appeared to be true in this case.
Everyone knew that Jonathan was the reigning titan of the business world, due to his association with the century-old
powerhouse, the Youngblood family. However, no one was born to be great; even with the Youngblood family’s support, if he was
not hard-working enough, he would still fail to maintain his position at any time.
The current position of the Youngblood family and his standing were the result of his tireless work.
Rosalie’s gaze settled on the side profile of Jonathan’s face. From her view, she could see his well-defined nose, distinct facial.
contours, alluring lips, and unwavering jawline.
In this moment, his eyelids were half-lowered as he remained focused on the documents in front of him. His long eyelashes cast
a captivating shadow on his eyelids.
His eyes were truly striking, and when those eyes met hers, it was as if they were shimmering with a multitude of emotions,
inviting an irresistible urge to keep looking.
“I like your eyes,” suddenly, this phrase flashed through her mind!
Rosalie felt for a split moment a daze, and there came a faint headache. Had she uttered these words to someone before?
In that moment, Calvin’s tearful eyes flooded her thoughts.

Oh my, why was she thinking of Calvin? Rosalie vigorously shook her head, attempting to dispel these thoughts of Calvin from
her mind.
“What’s the matter? Why are you shaking your head?” Out of nowhere, a voice suddenly sounded.
Rosalie looked up and found that Jonathan had, unnoticed by her, moved over from his desk.
“Nothing,” she bit her lip slightly, not wanting to mention the matter of Calvin. After all, Calvin had clearly been intoxicated tonight,
and he likely had no recollection of his actions.
Moreover, it seemed that Calvin had mistaken her for someone else.
Besides, the Gunner family and the Youngblood family had a good relationship, and Calvin and Jonathan had apparently been
childhood friends. She didn’t want any real friction to arise between them.
Rosalie thought, “Just treat tonight’s events as if they had never occurred.”
Rosalie decided to hide it from Jonathan.
However, Jonathan evidently wasn’t satisfied with her response. He arched an eyebrow slightly and used his finger to lift her
chin. “Nothing? Really?”
His dark eyes seemed to peer straight through her.
“I was just thinking... You probably don’t cry very often,” she struggled to concoct a plausible explanation.
But now, the more implausible the explanation, the more he seemed inclined to accept it. He couldn’t help but smile. “Why, do
you want to see me cry?”
How was she supposed to respond to that? If, one day, he did cry, then she would... Rosalie’s heart suddenly experienced a
piercing sensation.
She didn’t really want to witness him cry. It was just that even resilient men like him had their vulnerable moments. Whenever he
mentioned his parents, it made her feel like he was as delicate as glass, a little more pressure, and he might shatter completely.
“If you want to see me cry, I will,” he said, his voice echoing once again in the air.
She stared at him in astonishment, her face filled with disbelief. Did he just say... he would cry?

“What’s going on?” He smiled slightly.
“You said, you...”
“If you want it, I’ll do it. I’ll do my best to fulfill whatever you desire,” he said, slowly leaning in, his handsome face magnifying in
front of her.
Rosalie gazed at the face so close to hers, her reflection shimmering in his dark pupils. He was smiling but was spelling his
words with a serious tone as if once she uttered her “yes”, he would genuinely cry and shed tears.
“Do you want that?” His voice whispered in her ear once more, like the sweetest of endearments.
Rosalie shook her head and replied, “I don’t.”
Her answer seemed to bring a hint of confusion to his eyes. “Why not?”
“Because it would break my heart. If you cry, it means you’re very sad, and I don’t want to see you unhappy,” she said.
Touched, his eyes welled up. Her words felt like a warm stream, slowly seeping into his ears and heart.
In this world, many people wished for his misfortune. Friends held both respect and fear for him, and his father had been overly
devoted to his mother, leaving very little love for him. As for his mother, he was just a pawn to her, a piece she had used to enter
the prestigious family.
In the end, when he, the pawn, could no longer serve any purpose, she turned away, showing him no more favor.
As for his grandfather, he viewed him as the only choice for the Youngblood family’s heir, simply because he shared half of his
father’s genes. The other half, his mother’s, was despised by his grandfather.
So, when his grandfather looked at him, it was often with disdain.
All along, he had told himself to be strong because if he wasn’t, the world would consume him, and he would have no place to
stand.
But now, this woman in front of him was saying that she felt sorry for him.
This was the woman he loved. In this world, if there ever was a person who truly felt sorry for him, it must be her.

His lips tenderly kissed hers, gentle and lingering as if trying to pour a lifetime of love into it.
“Rosie, only you... I only have you...” In this world, he had always been alone, but now, he had her.
As long as she was there, he wouldn’t be so lonely.
The next day, when Rosalie returned to the diner after delivering takeout, she found Calvin sitting at one of the tables. Amelia
approached Rosalie and whispered, “Calvin has been here for a while. He came to see you.”
Rosalie took a deep breath and approached Calvin’s table, meeting his gaze. “Mr. Gunner, is there something you need?” “Last
night, I lost my temper,” Calvin said. The day before had been the day the young girl had carried him down the mountain, the day
they had become separated.