The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 946

But she continued to tightly embrace him, deepening the kiss incessantly. It was as if this moment was everything

for her!

After a long time, the kiss finally ended, and her face, hair, and body had been thoroughly wet by warm

water.

“What’s wrong?” Jonathan raised his hand, wiping away the water droplets on Rosalie’s face, and asked.

“Um… I just suddenly wanted to tell you that I love you!” Rosalie said. With a delicate chin, finely shaped nose, eyes

that glistened even more due to moisture, and pink lips that parted and came together, she seemed attractive and

pitiful. If she hadn’t said it, no one would have thought that she was the mother of three children.

“You suddenly rush in just to tell me that you love me?” he chuckled. After all, it seemed to be the first time for her

to do so.

“Yes,” she said, her fingers gently sliding across his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, his nose bridge, and finally

resting on his lips. “Jon, I hope you understand, no matter what, you are the one I love the most!” He fixed his gaze

on her.

His fingers untied her clothes, and the warm water kept washing their bodies. When he carried her out of the

bathroom and returned to bed, she held his face. After a tender moment, Rosalie’s stomach made an untimely

gurgling sound. “What? Are you hungry?” Jonathan asked.

“Well, a little. When I was in the hospital with Lillian, I didn’t eat much,” she replied. “I’ll have someone cook

something to eat then.” He got up and put on his pajamas.

“Don’t!” She hurriedly pulled him. “It’s so late. The housekeepers are asleep. I’ll go to the kitchen and make

something with whatever ingredients I can find.”

“Then I’ll do it. I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready,” he said.

She took her clothes and put them on. “Let me do it. I haven’t cooked for you in a long time. I’ll make something,

and we can eat together.”

Because of the “exercise” just now, her body felt a bit sore, and she naturally dressed slowly.

Jonathan leaned over to help Rosalie get dressed, his long fingers buttoning her clothes one by one. Finally, he

squatted down to put slippers on her feet.

Rosalie lowered her head and looked at the man kneeling on one knee in front of her in a daze. Her eyes moisten

subconsciously.

After getting dressed, the two of them went downstairs. At this moment, the first floor was quiet, with hardly

anyone around.

Rosalie went to the kitchen, looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, and then said to Jonathan, “How about I

make a vegetable beef soup? It’s quick. The beef will be cooked after being put into a pot.”

“Okay, you can do anything you want,” Jonathan said with a smile.

Rosalie’s body suddenly trembled slightly. “Really… I can do anything?” When she said this, her voice was hesitant.

“Yes, anything. Whatever you do, I’ll eat it.” His eyes were like water, and this gentleness was just for her and the

children. He looked very different in front of others at ordinary times.

Rosalie suddenly felt that the vegetables and beef in her hand became extremely heavy. She forced a smile. “If

what I made is too unpleasant to swallow, will you still eat it?”

“Even if you give me poison,,I will take it,” he said calmly.

“You…” she choked.

“But I know you won’t, because you can’t bear to, right?” he said.

She replied in a low voice, “Yes, I can’t bear to.”

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The vegetable beef soup was ready. They sat at the dining table, and Jonathan took the forks and spoons before

they started to eat.

“Jon, do you believe me?” Rosalie suddenly asked.

“As long as you don’t betray me, I will always believe you,” Jonathan answered.

Rosalie’s hand holding the fork tightened unconsciously. “If… one day, I had no choice but to betray you? If there

were too many reasons for the accidental betrayal, would you…” She pursed her lips and, with difficulty, said,

“Forgive me?”

“What if I don’t forgive you?” he said casually as he continued to eat the vegetable beef soup made by her. Her

fingers suddenly loosened, and the fork in her hand made a crisp sound as it fell onto the tabletop. He looked up,

glanced at the fork, and then fixed his gaze on her face. “What’s wrong? Surprised that I would say something like

that?”

“Surprised… yes, indeed, it was surprising,” Rosalie admitted in her heart.

Jonathan said, “Anyone in this world can betray me. Carlos, Gary, and even Guille and the other children. But you,

Rosie, only you can’t betray me.”

Rosalie was suddenly stunned, never expecting to hear him say such words.

“Only… I can’t?” she stammered.

“Because you are the person I love and care about the most in my life. So, you can’t betray me. If one day you

betray me, I don’t know what I would do.”

When Jonathan finished speaking, Rosalie felt a heavy weight on her heart, as if it were being pressed down by a

large stone, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She could only lower her head at a loss and said, “Quick… let’s eat, or it will get cold!”

His eyes flashed, and he lowered his head to continue eating the plate of vegetable beef soup.

As the night grew deeper, Rosalie looked at Jonathan, who was already sound asleep beside her, her eyes filled with

guilt.

She knew that what she was going to do next would hurt him. But she didn’t want his hands to be stained with

blood, even if this bloodshed might not involve any actual bleeding!

The moonlight fell on him through the window. His sleeping face looked so quiet and peaceful. She caught a glimpse

of the scar under his pajamas.

She gently pulled open the neckline of his pajamas and looked at his scar quietly. Once, his mother had left this scar

on him, and now, was she about to inflict another wound on him?

She bent down, and her lips kissed the scar on him.

“Jon, I’m sorry,” She murmured in a low voice, then got up and left. However, she didn’t notice that his hand,

hanging by his side, had fingers trembling slightly.

Rosalie walked out of the Youngblood residence unhindered. Even if the security guards who were patrolling at night

saw her, they naturally wouldn’t inquire about what the lady of the house was doing.