The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 251

He stroked her cheek softly, and his movements were careful. His thin lips parted. His voice was hoarse and

distressed. “Can you love me, please?” he implored.

He appeared pitiful as he pleaded. His words and acts told her how deeply he desired her.

She licked her lips subconsciously when she saw how devilish he was, but this caused her lips to appear more

seductive and delicate. She didn’t know how to answer him. Moreover, she seemed to slowly lose all ability to think

now as his overwhelmed her.

presence

Her sculptured face, dark doe eyes, delicate nose, and how she looked at him became a fatally bewitching

combination for

him.

“In the past, I believed I’d never ask for a woman’s love like this. But everything has changed after I met her. I only

realize now that I desire her and want her to love me!” Jonathan was having an epiphany.

His desire and thoughts gradually overwhelmed his mind. He was willing to lower his pride and let go of his biased

judgment when he faced her. For her sake, he would forsake his principles to experiènce the feelings and emotions

he had never experienced.

He pressed his lips on hers again. While his previous kiss was wild and domineering, this kiss was gentler and softer.

He kissed her again and again.

Rosalie suddenly returned to her senses. Deep crimson stained her cheeks, and she intuitively tried to put a

distance against Jonathan.

“I… I…” she stammered. Her doe eyes told him clearly that she was apprehensive.

After all, this situation was beyond her expectation.

The apprehension in her eyes alerted Jonathan. His eyes gradually became clear.

He knew she was scared. Perhaps she wasn’t prepared for more intimacy. Moreover, she might’ve not fallen in love

with him.

Jonathan blamed himself for her reaction. He was so eager for her love that he was pressing her for more intimacy,

but he ignored her mental state during the process.

“I’m sorry…” he murmured.

Even if he might overthink due to his desire for her, he didn’t want to force the matter when she was scared.

He wanted her to get intimate with him willingly, not by being forced.

Jonathan propped his body upright after saying that. His beautiful eyes were full of restraint and patience, but his

lips were quivering as he tried to smile. With utmost self-control, he told her, “Don’t be afraid. As long as you are

unwilling, I won’t.”

For him, nothing was more important than her.

He pulled the quilt over her body and then got out of bed. Next, he turned around and headed to the bathroom.

“Jon!” she called him before she was aware of her action.

She might be timid and scared before, but now, she was worried for him.

Jonathan halted in his tracks momentarily as he answered, “It’s okay. I’ll just take a cold shower.” His voice sounded

stiff and pained.

Unexpectedly, he heard something rustling behind him. Next, a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist, and

a voluptuous yet soft body pressed against his back.

Jonathan’s body stiffened abruptly. “You… Do you know what you’re doing?” It was a simple sentence, but it came

out of his mouth one word at a time, as difficult as squeezing toothpaste from an empty tube.

Rosalie bit her lip. “I-I know.”

All she wanted right now was to follow her heart and tell him what she wanted to say.

She seemed to have mustered all the courage she had for this mot.

he feelings. She neither wanted to remain

“Jon, I think I do love you!” Rosalie confessed. Indeed, she wanted to tell him her silent when he asked if she loved

him nor saw sadness slowly overtake his

She couldn’t describe what she truly felt. Maybe she did this because she hadn’t fallen in love with him.

the

he in

his

eyes, as he believed she

“Although I don’t know how much I love you, and I’m uncertain how far our relp has progressed, I do love you,”

Rosalie continued.

She told herself internally, “I don’t want to hide my feelings because I don’t want to be misunderstood or see the

pain in his

eyes are usually so bright and sparkling, but they’re dampened because he’s so anguished.”

Like a robot, Jonathan turned around stiffly. He stared at the woman before him and asked hoarsely, “Do you mean

what you say? Do you really love me?”

He had heard the answer he most longed for but couldn’t believe his ears. He stared at her as he struggled to

contain his emotions and restrain himself while anxiety and caution flashed across his eyes.

“Mm-hmm,” Rosalie said. “I love you. So, Jon, I’m willing.”

She slowly put her arms around his neck. Standing on tiptoe, she pressed her lips against his to express her consent

to this

action.

That was what love was all about. Since she loved him, she didn’t want him to restrain himself so painfully, and she

would give him whatever she could.

To be intimate was normal for a couple in love with each other.

When the kiss ended, he bent slightly and gasped for air. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and

murmured, “Are you sure? You won’t regret this?”

“I won’t,” she replied.

The next moment, he scooped her up in bridal style.

“Rosie…” he whispered her name. “I love you…” As he continued to touch her, he murmured in his heart, “You’re

the only person in this world who could make me feel this way. Because… I’ve loved you so arduously, and I want

you to love me more! Tonight, you’re finally mine… And I belong to you, too!”

It was a night of passion and intimacy. In the end, Rosalie fell into a deep slumber in Jonathan’s arms.

She had an epiphany in her dream. “I thought I’d lose the ability to love someone like this after being betrayed and

trampled on, but Jon is different. I wanted to give Jon my heart last night. It seems everything eventually falls into

place and progresses naturally.”