The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 942
In the darkness, it seemed that someone was sobbing.
“Who could it be? Who is crying?” she wondered.
She desperately tried to push through the darkness. Finally, she saw a child sobbing amidst it.
It was a very beautiful child with fair and tender skin, black hair, and delicate features. The child looked like her beloved doll
when she was young, especially his beautiful eyes, which were really captivating. “Is this... Guille? No, it’s Jon rather than Guille.
Is this Jon when he’s small?” Rosalie thought.
The old clothes Jonathan was wearing were the same as those she had seen in his photo album before! She rushed forward
desperately and held him in her arms. “Don’t cry, Jon!” She heard her voice saying this, but she heard that child talking the next
moment.
“Ouch! It hurts!” the boy said.
“He’s hurting? Where?” she thought.
“Where are you hurting?” she asked anxiously. Only then did she notice a large patch of dark red liquid seeping out from the
cloth on his chest.
“That’s blood! He is bleeding!” she exclaimed to herself.
Rosalie almost subconsciously stretched out her hand to press on his chest as she attempted to stop the bleeding, but in the
blink of an eye, her hand had already become bloody.
Just when she was overcome with anxiety, the scene before her changed again. Jonathan disappeared, and instead, Connor
and his wife, Kaylie, were smiling kindly at her.
“Rosie, if you’re busy with your work, then leave the child here. We will take care of Jen for you.” Then, there was another
change of scene. Kaylie was holding a bowl of soup and handing it to her. Rosalie was sorting out the case materials under the
lamp. “Rosie, come drink some soup. I’ve been working on this soup for several hours. It’s really nutritious.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Smuckler!”

“There’s no need to be so formal with me. Connor and I don’t have children, so you and Jen make us feel like we have a
daughter and granddaughter,” Kaylie said.
At that moment, she only felt that Kaylie’s eyes were so gentle.
Then, the scene changed again. She was sick and hospitalized. Kaylie had a bad leg, but she stayed back at the hospital to take
care of Rosalie, pouring water for her and supporting her when she needed to go to the bathroom to clean herself.
Kaylie said, “You need to take a good rest. I’m old, but I’m still capable of taking care of you. You just need to take ample rest
and stay safe.”
At that time, Rosalie hadn’t recovered her memory and couldn’t remember everything in her past, but she felt that Kaylie was like
her mother.
The scene changed again. This time, Kaylie was lying weak on a shabby bed with a high fever and speaking gibberish constantly
while Connor, who appeared at a loss, took care of her.
She desperately wanted to step forward and get close to Connor and Kaylie, but there seemed to be an invisible wall that made
her unable to approach.
“Mr. Smuckler! Mrs. Smuckler! What happened to you guys? Mrs. Smuckler!” Suddenly, Rosalie opened her eyes, and it was
pitch-black.
It was a dream. She was dreaming about when Jonathan was little, as well as the time spent with Kaylie.
She reckoned that the sight of Kaylie in the hospital bed was due to the report that she saw in Carlos’ hands earlier.
“Mrs. Smuckler is running a fever! What’s happening?” Rosalie wondered. She had no idea what was going on, let alone Connor
and Kaylie’s whereabouts.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in her ear. “Did you have a nightmare?”
Rosalie suddenly trembled, only to feel a shadow pressing over. She looked at the person in front of her
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blankly. It was Jonathan.
But at this moment, the light in the room was dim. She could only roughly see his outline but couldn’t see his expression clearly.
“What did you dream about?” he asked.
“No... Nothing. I don’t remember much.” She glossed it over.
“Really?” His eyes flashed slightly in the dimness, and he raised his hand to stroke her cheek gently, but he knew what she had
dreamed of.
She had dreamed of him, the woman and her mentor.
He heard her calling him, Connor, and the woman’s names in her dream.
“Sorry to wake you up. I’ll wash my face.” Rosalie walked out of the bed and went to the bathroom.
She closed the bathroom door and looked at the mirror in front of the sink. Her face was pale, which made her extremely gloomy.
Perhaps at this moment, she should be glad that the room was dark enough that they couldn’t see each other’s expressions.
Otherwise, maybe she would really collapse.
Kaylie’s kindness resonated in her mind. However, the person she used to think of as a mother was the one who hurt Jonathan
the most!
What exactly should she do to not hurt either of them?
The current situation was like a dead knot that put her in a dilemma.
“Ah...” She suddenly cried, but then she bit her lips and tried to suppress her crying. She was afraid that Jonathan would hear
her crying outside.
The muffled sobs resonated in the bathroom. Rosalie lay in front of the sink, crying her heart out as if to vent all her frustration
and pain these days.
“Why did this happen? What do I do?” she pondered, but she could find no answers to these questions. What she didn’t know
was that Jonathan was leaning against the door outside the bathroom, frowning slightly and slowly tightening his hand.

“Does she care about that woman so much? Even if she didn’t plead for mercy for that woman, these days, the look on her face,
the unspoken words as she looked at me, were like silent pleas. Rosie, will you betray me?” he mused.
When Rosalie came out of the bathroom, Jonathan was sitting on the sofa by the bed and talking on the phone.
“Then let her continue to lie down. Even if she takes so much as a step out of there, she will be sent directly to the police station.
Otherwise, even if she dies there, she deserves it,” Jonathan said coldly. Rosalie was stunned and asked hurriedly, “Has Mrs.
Smuckler’s fever become worse?”
Jonathan looked up and glanced at Rosalie. He pressed the end call button on his phone, then said faintly, “Didn’t we agree not
to speak of this ever again?”
“Jon, what’s going on about Mrs. Smuckler now?” Rosalie’s eyes turned red. In the bathroom, she finally wiped all the tears on
her face, but at that moment, tears were pooling in her eyes again.