The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Yvette couldn’t believe that Jonathan wanted to see Rosalie. As a member of the Hamilton family, she naturally understood that Jonathan didn’t care much about Melanie and chose her just because she was suitable to become the lady of the Youngblood family. Back at Melanie’s funeral, he had worn an indifferent facade, as though Melanie’s life and death were inconsequential to him. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would take to stir the emotions of this man. Now, she saw the trace of anger on his handsome face, which was a sight that she had never seen before. And it was because of Rosalie, the woman who was as insignificant as an ant. She turned to look at Zachary beside her, only to see the same incredulity in his eyes. At this moment, Carlos, who was standing beside Jonathan, quickly responded, “Yes.” His heart trembled at the thought of Jonathan being angry. Anyone who had seen Jonathan lose his temper once would never want to witness it again. However, in the next moment, Jonathan’s voice rang out again, “Forget about it, you go downstairs and deal with it. It’s too noisy!” Carlos responded once again and hurriedly left. Rosalie felt as though she had just heard Jon’s voice, but Jon’s voice was always gentle and never carried that hint of anger before. “Jon… Oh, Jon…” Her mind flashed with the memory of that icy yet angelic beautiful face. She wondered if Jon would mourn for her if she died. Just as Rosalie felt like she was about to pass out from suffocation, suddenly, the pressure around her neck eased. She collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath and inhaling fresh air in big gulps. William was now subdued by two securities in club uniforms and was pinned down to the ground. They

were surrounded by a lot of security. Moments ago, William had paid little attention when he heard Jonathan’s 1/5 11:29 reprimand. He didn’t expect that the person who had raised the voice was the all-powerful Jonathan of Strico.

At the same time, a high-ranking manager from the club hurried over. Mr. Warner, what on earth do you think you’re doing? Release me immediately!” William demanded. His family was one of the shareholders of the club, so he was considered one of the owners, which explained his arrogant behavior at the place. However, Ethan paid no heed to William. Instead, he walked directly to Rosalie and said respectfully, “Miss, you can leave now.” Averyone was dumbfounded, especially William. “Mr. Warner, what are you talking about? She is just a sanitary worker. Why should she…” “This is Mr. Youngblood’s order. Mr. Youngblood dislikes being disturbed. Ethan explained. The name “Youngblood” sent chills racing down William’s spine. In Strico, such a name could only belong to one individual-Jonathan! “Could it have been Mr. Youngblood who issued that reprimand earlier?” he couldn’t help but ponder. “Mr. Youngblood? How could Mr. Youngblood possibly stand up for this woman? S-She was the one who killed Mr. Youngblood’s fiancée in that accident!” William couldn’t believe it. However, Ethan’s expression left no room for doubt. Even Rosalie was stunned. She couldn’t believe that the person who had just saved her was Jonathan. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. Rosalie adjusted her clothes hastily and stood up in a disheveled state. She left the scene in haste, completely oblivious to the pair of eyes on the second floor that had been observing her all along. Jonathan stared at Rosalie’s disheveled retreating figure. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She was merely a pawn in his game, yet he couldn’t help but wonder why he felt so uneasy watching her being treated this way. He mused that perhaps, even as a pawn, she was his and he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else laying a hand on her. Only he has the right to do so, and no one else! After a while, he turned and walked away. 25 11:99 The Ceo’s Convict Wife Standing not far away, Zachary watched Rosalie’s departing figure with a pensive look in his eyes. On the other hand, Yvette, standing beside him, discreetly bit her lip in frustration. She felt far from pleased that Rosalie had gotten off so easily and that William had caused such a commotion. He had even disturbed Jonathan! But then, the arrival of another person took her by surprise. It was Carlos, Jonathan’s personal assistant. “Mr. Gibson!” Ethan greeted him with profound respect. Carlos looked at William as if he was looking at a dead man. This guy, of, all people to provoke, had to pick someone who caught Jonathan’s interest. It was also a coincidence that Jonathan was in the club and happened to witness the entire scene. Carlos instructed one of the securities nearby, “Just repeat what he did earlier.” Without hesitation, the two robust securities dragged William to the edge of the pool, pressing his head down and repeating the same actions he had done to Rosalie earlier. The other classmates, including Zachary and Yvette, were all dumbfounded. No one could have predicted that things would unfold this way. The securities showed no mercy, and Ethan had no intentions of pleading on William’s behalf as well. After all, the Straus family was just one of the club’s shareholders. Sacrificing one shareholder’s son now seemed like an agreeable solution, one that other shareholders would likely appreciate.

Carlos turned around and looked at Zachary and Yvette. Yvette was the first to regain her composure and smiled faintly, “Sorry for keeping Mr. Youngblood waiting. We’ll go see him right away.” “No need,” Carlos replied indifferently. “Mr. Youngblood says he doesn’t have time to meet with you today. You may leave now.” Without waiting for their response, he left on his own. Yvette and Zachary exchanged helpless glances. She gritted her teeth in frustration. Their planned meeting with Jonathan had been ruined 11:29 The Ceo’s Convict Wife because of Rosalie. She swore to herself that she would not let Rosalie off the h ook! Rosalie returned to the Environment and Sanitation Administration, still shaken from what happened earlier. “Rosalie, why are you all wet? Did you fall into the river? Did something happen when you were delivering the documents?” Yulissa asked. Rosalie took a deep breath and explained slowly, “The documents… they’re fine. I accidentally fell into a small pool earlier.” “It’s freezing cold. You better change your clothes quickly and dry your hair,” Yulissa advised. Rosalie nodded. Fortunately, she had a spare set of clothes here to change into. After changing into dry clothes, Yulissa said, “By the way, Lucas asked me to find out if you have any preferences when it comes to your potential partner.” “Yulissa, I’ve told you, I’m not interested in dating right now. Could you please convey to Lucas that he should stop wasting his time on me?” Rosalie replied. Yulissa sighed, “If that’s how you truly feel, I’ll let Lucas know. But as a girl, you will eventually need to seek companionship to spend the rest of your life with! You’re not planning to remain alone forever, are you?” Inexplicably, at that moment, a face with distinct, handsome features floated into Rosalie’s mind. She thought she wouldn’t be alone in the end, as she would have Jon’s companionship. She could stay

with Jon together like a family and grow old together. When Rosalie returned to her residence in the evening, Jonathan was already in the rental home. “Let me prepare dinner now, please wait for a moment,” Rosalie said. She was about to fetch some uncooked pasta when Jonathan suddenly grabbed her hand. “Rosie, your clothes have a tear here.” Rosalie looked down and noticed a slight rip near the collar of her shirt. It wasn’t very noticeable unless one looked closely. She realized it must have been torn by William at the club earlier in the day. “The thread is a little loose. I’ll mend it in a while,” Rosalie assured. 475 11:29 The Ceo’s Convict Wife Jonathan’s eyes flickered slightly. “Rosie, did something happen to you today?” “What could have happened to me? I just did my usual street sweeping,” she replied, not wanting to divulge the unsavory incident at the club to him. Such a scene was too sordid for him to know about. “But Rosic, the back of your hand is a little red and swollen. Did you get injured?” he pointed out.