The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 14

She felt like she was straight-up being embarrassed.

Mandy turned around in anger and hurriedly left the place that embarrassed her, while Jennie hurriedly followed.

Rosalie just felt as if she had watched a drama. She saw someone smashing the car as soon as she got out of the mall, and that car seemed to belong to Mandy.

“What happened? Did she offend someone and get retaliated on?” Rosalie asked.

“Who knows?” Jonathan’s eyes flashed slightly as his thin lips parted.

“It’s none of our business anyway” Rosalie took Jonathan to the bus stop.

Jonathan’s footsteps suddenly stopped. Rosalie turned around to see his pale face with a shocked expression, looking straight at the bus stop.

“What’s wrong?” she asked worriedly.

“N-nothing,” he said. His expression had returned to normal. Just now… It was he who mistook a woman on the bus as that

Woman.

That woman who had abandoned her husband and son. She was unlikely to be here at all.

“Don’t be like me, Jon. Don’t love someone too much, even if you want to.”

He continued, “Love is nothing but the cheapest thing in this world. When she disdains you, it’s useless, even if you kneel before her

He added. “Maybe one day, when you really love someone, you’ll realize that there is a person in this world who can control all your emotions, your joy, and sorrows. She can make you feel as though you’re in heaven, yet she could break you as well. But if possible, I hope you’d never have to go through that feeling. Jon.”

“Who is that? Who is saying that? Jon thought.

“Don’t say anything more, and don’t stay here anymore! It’s so cold… It’s so cold… I don’t want to stay here anymore… I’d freeze to death… If I stay here any longer!” he thought.

I’m leaving. Jon. I don’t want to hear your father saying that he loves me but can’t give me the life I want! I’ve done my for him and I can’t go on like this”

“Who is this now and who is talking?” he thought.

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“No… Don’t go… There was a voice. Then who’s this now? Oh, right,” he thought. It was he himself talking. He was begging that woman. If she left, his father would….

Don’t go! Don’t go! He desperately tried to catch her, but he could not, no matter how hard he tried. It seemed that the surroundings were getting darker and darker. It was as though he was drowning, feeling so uncomfortable that it even became difficult to breathe.

He struggled to hold on to something, even if it was just a straw!

Suddenly, it was as if he had caught something warm and a gentle voice sounded in his car from a distance. “Jon, Jon, I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving. Don’t be afraid!”

“That voice… It’s Rosie,” he thought. It was Rosalie, who he called Rosie!

Jonathan slowly opened his eyes and a beautiful face came into his sight. Those dark eyes were full of worry, and those pink lips were parting and closing, as though saying something

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Yes, she was asking him to not be afraid!

Rosalie finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him awaken. “What’s wrong, Jon? Did you have a nightmare?”

He breathed out a sigh of foul air. How long had it been since he had this dream? He dreamt that the woman left him and his father mercilessly. He dreamt that his father knew about her leaving, but did not stop her. There was only a bitter smile on his face.

“Well, yeah, I had a nightmare,” he said in a low voice. It was only then he found that he had been holding her hand tightly as if he was holding on to his last hope.

When he was about to drown in his dream, the warmth made him feel as though it was his last hope… Was it her hand?

When did he ever regard others as his last hope?

He immediately let go of the hand and that warmth in his hand disappeared. Suddenly, he frowned, and his face turned pale. He slowly curled up and covered his stomach with his hand.

Seeing this, Rosalie, who was relieved, immediately worried again. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

“It’s nothing.” he said in a low voice that sounded suffocating. “It’s just… A little gastric spasm. I’ll be fine later.”

Was it because of the nightmare? In the past, he always had gastric spasms due to mental stress when he was young. However, he rarely had them in recent years,

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Rosalie poured a glass of warm water and helped Jonathan sit up.

He barely drank a few sips before pressing his thin lips tightly. His teeth clacked occasionally as if he was fighting the pain with all his willpower.

She looked at him worriedly, but suddenly stood up and said. “I’ll go out for a while. Wait for me!” Before going out, she wrapped him up with a quilt for fear that he would get cold and worsen his stomach pain.

Upon the sound of the closing door, the footsteps outside gradually disappeared.

The room was silent, and he was alone.

With his eyes still closed, he waited for the pain to fade away, not knowing when. It was normal for him to be alone, wasn’t it?

Just like how he was taken back to the Youngblood residence once his father died, even when there was a so-called Grandpa and so many housekeepers, it always felt like he was the only one.

The door opened after some time. He heard that familiar and gentle voice panting in the narrow room. “I’m back from buying medicine. Jon. You won’t feel so painful after taking it.”

He opened his eyes to see her panting. Her hair was messy because of running, and there was worry in her eyes. She had a delicate face with a small nose and reddish lips. Although he had seen more beautiful women than her, at this moment, he could not bring himself to shift his gaze away from her.

It was as though there was another person who came into his world.

Rosalie was holding the warm water as she took out two pills according to the instructions. She carefully held Jonathan up and fed him the medicine.

Then she took a towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead that was due to pain.

“Close your eyes and sleep for a while if you’re still feeling uncomfortable,” she said. “Today you sleep in bed. I’ll sleep on the flour.” As she spoke, she held him to lie on the bed.

His hand suddenly grabbed her just as she was about to turn around.

“What’s the matter? Does it still hurt a lot?” she asked worriedly,

He looked at her in a daze. At that moment, he was barely conscious when he pulled her as if he did not want her to leave

him.

“I want… you to stay with me, Rosie, he finally spoke up after a while.