The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 66

Only then did Jonathan realize he was still wearing the same attire as he had dinner with his grandfather the night

before.

If it were Jon, he naturally couldn’t afford to wear those things.

But after experiencing what had happened the night before, he did not want to hide his identity anymore. After all,

he would tell her about his true identity sooner or later. It was just that he did it a little earlier now.

Also, it would be easier for him to protect her after she knew his identity.

He flashed her a smile and said, “Even if I dress differently. I’m still Jon. Isn’t it?”

No matter how stu pid Rosalie was, she could feel something wrong at such a time. She found that some things

were different from what she had imagined.

“You are not a vagrant, are you?”

“No, I’m not,” he admitted.

“Why do you pretend to be a vagrant then?” A feeling of being deceived spontaneously surged within Rosalie’s

heart. She widened her eyes at Jonathan while tightly grabbing the blanket on her body. Her fingers were trembling

slightly.

It turned out that the naive and helpless man she thought did not exist, and it was only her wishful thinking the

entire time.

Everything Lillian had said was true. She claimed Rosalie knew nothing about Jon, yet she had taken him home

rashly.

Rosalie could not understand why Jon lived with her in that tiny rental home if he was not a vagrant and wondered

what such days of living together meant to him.

“I didn’t pretend to be one. It was you who thought so, and I didn’t correct it,” he explained.

Rosalie was stunned and did not know how to retort.

“W-Why do you still live together with me then? You have a family.” She glared at him.

“Because it feels good to live together with you, and… He raised his hand as he spoke and gently stroked her messy

hair. “It was you who ‘wanted’ me at that time, so I stayed. Wasn’t it?”

Rosalie bit her lips, and her expression changed.

Indeed, she was the one who had been taking the initiative since the beginning.

She pulled the blanket on her body aside to get out of bed and leave. However, she lost her balance once her feet

touched the floor and fell forward.

Her legs feel like jelly as if they had no energy.

Jonathan reached out and caught her. “The drug effect in your body hasn’t been expelled from your body

completely. You felt uncomfortable all night last night. I’m afraid you don’t have any strength now.”

After being reminded by him, Rosalie suddenly recalled what had happened the day before. Iler uncles had drugged

her. and they had taken her to Chris’s house after that.

Rosalie’s face instantly turned pale. She could remember that they carried her into Chris’s room, and Chris rushed

toward her after they closed the door.

“Last night… Her lips trembled, and her whole body was shaking,

Jonathan looked down at the woman in his arms. At that moment, she looked like a weak animal, seemingly fragile,

vulnerable, and pitiful.

It made others couldn’t help but want to protect her at all costs.

Many people scolded him for being ruthless and heartless, and he did not expect himself would have the urge to

protect her. “It’s okay. The thing you were afraid of didn’t happen last night. It was still in time when I rushed over,”

Jonathan said.

“It was really him. He saved me!” Rosalie exclaimed inwardly when she heard that

Rosalie raised her head and looked at the face before her in a daze. At the thought of the man having not gone to

town with her the day before, she asked, “But why were you there to save me?”

“Rosie, have you forgotten? It was you who called me and asked me to save you. Luckily, I made it.” He smiled

faintly.

Hearing the man had traveled more than 60 miles to save her in time after receiving her call, Rosalie felt a sense of

indescribable shock in her heart.

As Jonathan spoke, he carried Rosalie back to the bed and carefully tucked her in. “But your hand was scratched by

a mirror shard, Rosie. I guess it will take some time for your hand to recover. If there’s a scar after this, I will find

the best doctor to

help you remove it.”

Only then did Rosalie notice that her right hand was wrapped in gauze. There were too many shocking things earlier

that she had not felt the dull pain in her right hand.

“How much could you remember about the incident yesterday?” Jonathan asked solemnly.

Rosalie bit her lip slightly before telling Jonathan what had happened during the New Year’s Eve dinner the night

before. without hiding anything

Jonathan’s face was gloomy. He could not believe Rosalie’s relatives could be so bold as to sell her to a dimwit

He would never let go of anyone who wanted to set her up.

Just then, Jonathan’s phone suddenly rang. After seeing the caller ID, he slightly knitted his brows and said to

Rosalie, “Well, I did lie to you about my identity. I can do whatever you want as an apology. However, we’re in the

hospital now. You should take good care of yourself first. I’ll go get the doctor now.”

With that, Jonathan walked out of the ward and ordered Carlos, who was staying outside the ward. “Rosalie is

awake. Please get the doctor to check her condition.”

Only then did Jonathan answer the phone. Leonard’s voice rang out from the other end of the line. “Why did it take

you so long to pick up the phone?”

“I’m busy,” Jonathan replied indifferently.

“Does it have anything to do with the woman you saved last night?” Leonard got straight to the point.

Jonathan was not surprised that Leonard had found out what had happened the night before. After all, he had been

in a hurry at that time and had informed the police in the town in advance.

It could be said he had gone to such lengths for Rosalie. Moreover, the Foster family and Rosalie’s relatives were

still detained at the police station in the town. Too many traces were left behind, and it would be a piece of cake for

Leonard to find out something.

“What’s your relationship with that woman now? Leonard’s voice turned cold as he spoke.

“Sort of someone I want to protect, so please leave her alone,” Jonathan answered lazily.

“Don’t forget how your father died! Or do you want to follow your father’s path?” Leonard’s voice suddenly became

louder. Jonathan’s face immediately darkened. All about his father was like a taboo to him.

“I didn’t forget that. Grandpa, I’m not my father. I won’t go all out for a woman, so you don’t have