The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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Chapter 41
Carlos gave a half smile. “You will know it when you see Mr. Youngblood.”
Zachary grew increasingly nervous upon hearing his words.
The car stopped at the entrance of the Youngblood Residence. Zachary followed Carlos into the house to see Jonathan sitting on
the couch, playing with an invitation card in his hand.
When Zachary approached, he saw the invitation in Jonathan’s hand was for his engagement party with Yvette.
“We meet again,” Jonathan said indifferently.
Zachary was stunned. At the moment, Jonathan was wearing a grayish–blue haute couture suit with his bangs combed
backward, revealing his full forehead and straight nose. His enchanting eyes had a sense of laziness, and his sexy lips curled at
the corner. These traits of Jonathan combined, letting him radiate an indescribable charm.
It became obvious to Zachary why many women were obsessed with Jonathan. Many socialites in the upper–class coterie tried
their best to attract Jonathan’s attention not only because of his background but also because of his appearance.
However, when Jonathan looked at him, Zachary felt like a ferocious beast was targeting him. Zachary tensed as his breathing
became unsteady. It was the same feeling he got yesterday when the latter stared at him.
The difference was that Zachary was in the dark while Jonathan was in the open the day before.
At that time, he could see Jonathan clearly, but it was the opposite for Jonathan. But now, Zachary was completely exposed and
in Jonathan’s line of view.
Zachary smiled. “Yes.” He wondered whether Jonathan was talking about their encounter from yesterday.
“Did you mention anything about last night to others?” Jonathan said casually.
Zachary was frightened by Jonathan’s words.

Zachary thought, “Sure enough... He is talking about what happened yesterday. Even though I already had a feeling about it,
now that he
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mentioned it to me, it feels like every assumption and guess that I had finally had fallen into place. So... Jonathan is really in a
relationship with Rosalie!”
“No, I didn’t mention it to anyone,” Zachary replied.
“That’s good to hear,” Jonathan stated. “I don’t want anyone else to know about this.”
Zachary agreed to Jonathan’s words repeatedly. He could feel Jonathan sizing him up as he gulped his saliva, feeling his body
had been weighed down by immense pressure.
“Besides, I don’t want to see you there anymore. I don’t care why you were there yesterday. But since you had already broken up
with Rosalie, you have nothing to do with her in the future. Do you understand that?” Jonathan voiced out.
Zachary was shocked. Jonathan’s remarks sounded like a threat, mixed with a strong possessiveness.
Zachary mused, “Is Jonathan really...” The possibility of Jonathan caring for Rosalie made his scalp tingle.
“Got it,” Zachary agreed stiffly.
“Okay, you can leave now. Carlos, send Mr. Xanthos home,” Jonathan instructed Carlos.
Carlos hummed a response.
When Zachary was about to leave, he couldn’t help asking, “Mr. Youngblood, Rosalie and you are...”
The frosty glint in Jonathan’s eyes made Zachary shiver in fear.
Carlos cut in, “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask. You should know better than this, Mr. Xanthos.”
A paled Zachary left the compound with embarrassment written on his face.
Jonathan leaned against the back of the couch and took out a cheap mobile phone with only one number saved in the contact
list.

He dialed the only number. A gentle female voice came from the other end of his phone a moment later.
“Rosie, what do you want to eat tonight? I’ll buy it for you.” He spoke softly. The coldness in his eyes had been replaced by
tenderness.
At nighttime, Rosalie took a tissue and wiped the frame with her
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mother’s photo. She bought a small desk in the rental home and placed her mother’s photo on it normally. Every few days,
Rosalie would clean the dust that settled on it.
Her mother’s relics were all left behind in the Leighton residence. To Rosalie, this photo related to her mother was the only thing
that could accompany her now.
While she was wiping the photos, Jonathan sat aside and looked at her silently.
“By the way. Jon, it’s almost Christmas. Did you buy... uh, a ticket or something?” Rosalie asked. Many colleagues of Rosalie in
the
Environment and Sanitation Administration have been trying to get hold of train tickets for the Christmas travel rush.
Jonathan immediately understood what she wanted to ask. “I don’t need any tickets.”
“You don’t have to go home?” She was surprised.
“Your place is the only place I call home.” Even though Jonathan had stayed in the Youngblood Residence for many years, he
never felt at home.
She remembered that he said he had no family, but ordinary people would also have relatives and visit and gather at relatives‘
houses during the holidays.
When she asked her question, he answered casually, “Yes, I have some relatives, but I don’t have to visit them on purpose. As
for Leonard, even though he was Jonathan’s grandfather, no importance was placed on familial bonds in the Youngblood family.
What Leonard needed was an
heir to his business.

As long as Jonathan was good and strong enough, it would be what Leonard wanted. In contrast, if Jonathan were not powerful
enough, he would get ignored and kicked away by Leonard, even if he was the latter’s grandson.
Moreover, Jonathan had that woman’s blood running through his veins. It could be said that this fact was something that Leonard
hated the most. Even as a child, the old man would look at Jonathan in disgust
occasionally and say ferociously, “Why are you related to that woman? You shouldn’t exist in this world!”
It was not rare for Jonathan to be beaten by Leonard’s cane then. It wasn’t until he grew up and began to show his ability that
Leonard’s attitude
toward him changed.
However, the fact that Jonathan was related to the woman hated by Leonard remained unchanged.
“Then you... How about... your parents?” Rosalie hesitated momentarily before the words spilled out of her mouth.
Jonathan’s expression changed. He looked at her with his beautiful eyes, which seemed to be covered with a veil, making
people unable to see what he was currently thinking about.
Rosalie bit her lip. “If you don’t want to say anything, just ignore me.” “Do you really want to know?” he said with a casual, frosty
voice.
“I just want to know more about you. But if you don’t want to talk about it, don’t. After all, the past is unimportant. What matters
the most is the future, right?” she replied.
His long eyelashes fluttered slightly as he lowered his gaze. “My father is dead. The day you met me was my father’s death
anniversary. He passed away on the spot I was sitting that day.”
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