The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 832
Agyness suddenly felt like an invisible hand had slapped her across the face again. The pain and humiliation were even more
acute than when Rosalie had struck her moments ago.
“I’m fine,” Rosalie replied.
Jonathan delicately caressed Rosalie’s palm with his fingers. “Tell me if you ever need to confront someone again. I don’t want
you hurting your hand.”
Then, he glanced at her palm once more and remarked, “It’s a bit red.” Agyness couldn’t restrain herself from speaking. “M-Mr.
Youngblood, I...” She couldn’t help but silently complain, feeling that her pain was more intense than Rosalie’s, and her face was
even redder and more swollen after being struck.
Jonathan appeared to have just recalled Agyness’ presence. He cast a cold, indifferent glance in her direction.
“By the way, even though my wife has been absent from the Youngblood family for five-years, she remains its lady. You possess
no authority to berate her. As for you, since when did the Youngblood family become your own? You’ve never been a part of this
family. Don’t mistake it for your own.”
Jonathan’s icy tone and frigid stare left Agyness utterly speechless, Her voice quivered with sadness as she refuted, “But... my
daughter, she... She is a member of the Youngblood family...”
“Wrenna is, indeed, the adopted daughter of the Youngblood family, but you are not one of us. You have no connection to the
Youngblood family,” Jonathan asserted.
Agyness’ face, previously red and swollen, suddenly paled. “Does this imply that I’ve always been an outsider in this man’s
eyes?” she wondered. Watching Jonathan gently hold Rosalie’s hand and rub her palm, Agyness couldn’t help but feel
discomfort. The spot on her cheek that had been struck seemed to throb with even more pain.
“Mr. Youngblood, aren’t you concerned that Rosalie might tarnish the Youngblood family’s reputation? Once the reputation is
marred, even a centuries-old family like the Youngblood family will be...”
But before she could finish her words, Jonathan interjected firmly, “As
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long as my wife desires it, I can hand over the reins of the Youngblood family to her anytime, even if it means its destruction. The
entire Youngblood family belongs to my wife, so there’s no need for your
concern.”
Agyness was utterly stupefied. She hadn’t anticipated Jonathan uttering such words at all.
“Rosalie has actually secured such a significant place in Jonathan’s heart! Why? Hasn’t this man consistently been distant from
others? Hasn’t he displayed disinterest in other women, maintaining his indifference for five years?” Agyness pondered.
Agyness couldn’t fathom why he cared so deeply about a woman who had been absent from the Youngblood family for five
years, to the extent that he was willing to surrender the entire Youngblood family to her! “You needn’t concern yourself with the
affairs of the Youngblood family. And another thing, you influenced Wrenna to utter those words she said today,” Jonathan said
bluntly.
“I... I didn’t!” Agyness felt a pang of guilt, yet she swiftly denied the accusation. “I have told you that she saw the video herself. In
the video...” “Agyness, do you believe yourself to be overly clever or others to be fools? Should this happen again, the
Youngblood family will announce the termination of their adoption relationship with Wrenna.”
Agyness’ expression shifted dramatically upon hearing this. “He intends to end the adoption? If that occurs, I will not only lose all
the prestige I have now but also become a subject of ridicule. I will revert to my former state!” she thought.
“Mr. Youngblood, you can’t do this. Wrenna has always considered you her father!” Agyness pleaded urgently.
Jonathan retorted icily, “If so, you should inform her that I have never been, and will never be, her father!”
Staring into Jonathan’s eyes, Agyness felt a chill creeping over her. “This man is utterly indifferent to me now...” she thought. He
was so icy that she believed any other tricks she might have wouldn’t work on him.
His heart was only for Rosalie.
Agyness couldn’t help but ponder what made the woman who had departed from the Youngblood family for five years, possibly
engaging with other men during that time, so special.
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She couldn’t comprehend why Rosalie warranted his tenderness.

Instead, she believed that she should have been the recipient of his gentleness!
With swollen and reddened cheeks, Agyness left the Youngblood, residence with a heart full of anger and jealousy.
After that, Rosalie helped the two children to wash up and lured them to sleep.
Jennifer kissed her mother and brother. Then she bid everyone goodnight heartlessly before sleeping.
However, once his sister had fallen asleep, Guillermo turned to Rosalie with a serious expression and said, “You are my only
mother.”
Rosalie was momentarily stunned, but upon comprehending her son’s words, she felt a pang of sorrow for his precocity.
She couldn’t help but wonder if he was concerned that Agyness might replace her. “Don’t worry. Your daddy won’t allow another
woman to be your mother.”
After hearing this, the little boy seemed to ponder for a moment. He then nodded, bidding Rosalie goodnight before drifting off to
sleep.
Rosalie couldn’t help but smile as she watched the two children sleeping peacefully.
Regardless of the future, she was determined to protect the children, this family, and the man who loved her so intensely!
When Rosalie entered the bedroom, she found Jonathan with his eyes. shut, his hands resting on both sides of his forehead,
and his forehead creased in discomfort. Rushing to his side, she asked, “What’s wrong? Is your head hurting again?”
Her voice seemed to cause a slight tremor in his body, and he suddenly opened his eyes. His dark gaze bore into her intensely.
Rosalie was momentarily stunned as his eyes showed that he was in tremendous pain.
“What’s wrong...”
Before she could say anything, he suddenly stood up and pulled her into his arms with a firm grip.
“Jon.” Rosalie couldn’t help but inquire, “Do you have a headache again?” After silence, he murmured, “Yes, it hurts again...” In
that moment of
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pain, the memory of the time he had ordered someone to guard her room flooded his mind. Even when she moved around the
mansion, besides the housekeepers, he had dispatched numerous bodyguards to shadow her every step.
It went far beyond the standard of assigning people to care for her due to her pregnancy.
It felt like he was leaving her with no opportunity to distance herself from him.
“Was I afraid that she would leave me at that time? Or perhaps she intended to run away from me, so I sent so many people to
guard her?” he wondered.
But his head throbbed with intensity as he attempted to recall more memories. It felt like countless needles pierced his brain,
preventing him from delving deeper into his memories.
“Did you take the medicine?” Rosalie hurriedly asked, aware that Milton had prescribed him medication to alleviate his
headaches.
“I don’t want to take it,” he replied.
“But the headache will persist for a while!”
“Rosie, I want to reclaim those lost memories and rediscover everything about us,” he expressed earnestly.
“Even if you don’t remember, it doesn’t change anything. We are together
now, and I promised to fill you in on the things you can’t recall.”