The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 844
At that moment, Jonathan remembered how he had also once turned a blind eye to things that had occurred to protect the
interests of the
Youngblood family.
He began to question whether Rosalie’s forgiveness for him was genuine. After all, she forgave him but not Zachary. He also
wondered if she had no knowledge of what had happened due to losing that part of her memory.
Jonathan did not dare to think further.
After a pause, Rosalie continued, “Zachary saved me, and I’ll thank him and repay his kindness, but that’s about it. I would do
the same if the person who saved me were a stranger.”
“What about me? Will you sympathize with me? Would you care about me?” Jonathan’s hoarse voice escaped his mouth.
She responded with a faint grin, “What’s with that question? You’re my husband. Of course, I love you and care about you, but
do you really expect me to sympathize with you? That doesn’t sound appropriate, does it? Are you comparing yourself to
Zachary?”
After reaching out and cradling his face with both hands, she whispered, “Jon, Zachary holds no place in my heart. To me, he’s
nothing more than a distant memory with no significance. But you’re the one I care about the most.”
With that, she kissed him passionately on the lips.
Rosalie wanted him to understand the depth of her love for him and to provide him with a sense of security, so he would not feel
the same insecurity and anxiety he had experienced five years ago.
“Jon, I love you. No matter what happens in the future, I’ll always love you!” she murmured.
“Oh, Rosie. I just want you to love me forever!” Jonathan exclaimed. He wanted her to remain by his side for eternity.
On the third day, Rosalie went to the public prosecutor’s office and answered a series of questions, including her relationship
with Connor.
Rosalie was able to answer them steadily.

Just as they were about to conclude the session, one of the female staff suddenly spoke up. “Ms. Leighton, as far as I know,
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in the legal world in Lofbury, and it was Mr. Smuckler who helped you expand your connections. You’ve even moved in with Mr.
Smuckler and stayed with him for some time. Are you sure there’s nothing going on between you two?”
Rosalie narrowed her eyes and stared at the woman. The public prosecutor in front of her was about 30 years old, wearing a
gray professional suit. She had an unassuming appearance and spoke in a rather hostile manner.
Rosalie shifted her gaze to the woman and saw her name, Peggy Rhinehard, on her badge.
“Ms. Rhinehard, you’ve crossed the line. I welcome your questions about the case, but if you’re going to pry into my personal
affairs with my mentor, I’m afraid you have no right to do so,” Rosalie uttered.
Peggy continued questioning her with a disdainful look. “But now, Yoel has filed a report about your intimate relationship with Mr.
Smuckler, and that has caused him to lose the case. Don’t you think you owe us an explanation?”
“I’ve already stated what I should about my relationship with Mr. Smuckler.” Rosalie responded firmly, “And I reserve the right not
to answer questions that are unrelated to the case unless you can prove that the questions you just asked are related to the
lawsuit and could help form a complete chain of evidence, Ms. Rhinchard!”
Peggy could not help but exclaim in frustration, “Ms. Rosalie Leighton, don’t you forget, you’re the one under questioning now!”
“But I’m not a convict!” Rosalie calmly retorted, “If you deliberately make things difficult for me, I can also file a complaint with
your superior, Ms. Rhinehard.”
Peggy’s face turned grim immediately. Her colleague on the side quickly stepped in to defuse the tension. “All right, Ms.
Leighton. We’re done with the session today. You can leave now.”
Rosalie stood up, turned around, and left.
The man then turned to Peggy and said, “What’s gotten into you? Your questions have gone too far. We must remain objective
and not let our preconceived notions cloud our judgment.”
Peggy replied furiously, “She’s just showing us she’s the boss here just because she’s Jonathan’s wife!”

“You said she’s Jonathan’s wife, right? Do you believe Jonathan would let
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her go easily if she really had something to do with her mentor? Do you think she could still speak so confidently if that were the
case?” the man inquired.
His questions rendered Peggy speechless.
As soon as Rosalie emerged from the public prosecutor’s office, she was surrounded by a large number of journalists. They kept
throwing out questions that speculated on her relationship with Connor.
A few bodyguards surrounded Rosalie to stop the journalists from approaching her.
“Ms. Leighton, you were an unknown lawyer not long ago, but you’ve recently become one of the popular lawyers in Lofbury. Did
you strike some kind of deal with Mr. Smuckler? Someone has suggested that your daughter, Jennifer, is actually Mr. Smuckler’s
illegitimate daughter. Is that true?” a journalist suddenly asked loudly.
Rosalie paused and glared at the journalist. “Apologize to me right now!” “Excuse me?” The journalist was stunned.
“You’re asking baseless questions, which is akin to spreading rumors. Shouldn’t you apologize to me? I demand an apology to
me, my mentor, and my daughter!” Rosalie warned with indifference.
Yet, the journalist responded resolutely, “If you believe my questions are baseless, then provide the truth and dispel the rumors
on your own! Otherwise, it only implies that there’s something suspicious between you and Mr. Smuckler, and your daughter is
indeed Mr. Smuckler’s illegitimate child!”
A cold glint flashed in Rosalie’s eyes. When she raised her hand, about to slap the journalist, another hand emerged from
nowhere, grabbing her by the wrist.
Momentarily stunned, she looked up and realized that it was Jonathan who had a hold of her hand.
“Jon, why are you here?” She was surprised to see him.
“I’m here to pick you up. It seems I’ve come at the right time,” Jonathan said.

When the journalist saw Jonathan approach and prevent Rosalie from striking him, he, with a smug expression, uttered, “Mr.
Youngblood, I’m sure you’re eager to learn about your wife’s relationship with her mentor and whether Jennifer is your daughter
or Mr. Smuckler’s...”
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Before he could finish his words, Jonathan kicked the journalist to the ground.
“I’m sorry. I can’t always control my clumsy, long legs,” Jonathan remarked casually. “I didn’t catch what you just said. Could you
repeat it?” Despite his words, he maintained his position, pinning the journalist to the ground with his leg. The journalist could not
help but shudder at the condescending gaze in Jonathan’s deep, dark eyes.
The indifferent expression on Jonathan’s face sent a chill down the journalist’s spine in an instant. He could sense that if he were
to repeat those words then, Jonathan might not grant him the chance to stand up again.