The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 11

Gordon, Caitlin, and Loretta exchanged helpless glances. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as Caitlin was eager to hurl more insults, Gordon suddenly tugged at her and said, “That’s enough. That man could very well have a criminal record too. There are all sorts of people in jail. There’s no telling what he was imprisoned for.”

Mulling over his words, Caitlin finally replied in embarrassment after a while, “So, are we just letting this slide?”

Gordon hesitated for a moment and said, “Let’s just observe from now. If Mr. Holt really decides to take this out on Loretta in the future, we’ll think of a solution.” He definitely didn’t have the guts to go in and confront that man now.

Loretta, who was beside them, frowned and thought, “Did the man just now really go to jail?” Although the man’s eyes were covered by his bangs and Loretta couldn’t see clearly, she could still tell that the man was quite good-looking.

For some reason, this man’s figure seemed familiar as if Loretta had seen him somewhere.

Could this man also work in the entertainment circle?

In the rental home, Rosalie looked at Jonathan and said, “Thank you.” If Jon hadn’t come back in time, she would have been beaten by her father just now.

“Why would you thank me for helping you? Isn’t it what I should do?’ He said, his gaze stopping at her ankle. “You haven’t fully recovered yet. Let me apply some pain relief gel for you.”

He then took out the pain relief gel, applied some of it on her ankle, and gently massaged it.

An enveloping silence settled in the room. Rosalie hesitated slightly before asking, “Aren’t you curious about why those three

came to see me?”

“If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t pry.” Jonathan said.

“In fact, there is nothing to say. They are my father, stepmother, and half-sister,” Rosalie said. “But they barely matter anymore.”

Rosalie paused momentarily before adding, “Is there anything else you want to ask?” In fact, Jonathan must have heard what her father accused her of earlier, mentioning her release from prison.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he raised his eyes to look at her. “Rosie, what do you want me to ask?”

In the dim yellow light, his dark eyes flickered with a peculiar calmness.

At that moment, Rosalie’s previously anxious emotions started to fade. She took a deep breath and confided, “I was imprisoned for three years. I was just released not long ago. I was charged with drunk driving resulting in death.”

Many people shudder at the mere mention of jail. After she was released, those around her who knew about her incarceration looked at her differently, deliberately distancing themselves.

Would Jonathan… judge her too? At this moment, she felt as if she was back in the courtroom, awaiting her verdict.

“Really?” However, he just replied indifferently, still focusing on massaging her ankle.

She blinked her eyes, slightly taken aback. Is this his only reaction? “Don’t you mind?”

“Why would I mind?” he asked. “As you said, I regard you as my sister. Therefore, from now on, you care about me and I will also care about you. As for other things, there is nothing to mind.”

Awave of tranquility washed over Rosalie, She felt relieved and smiled with gratitude, “Jon, it’s truly a blessing to have met you.”

But at this moment, she missed the brief emotion that flickered through his eyes.

On Sunday, Lillian deliberately came to Rosalie’s rental home and met Jonathan. However, she found it hard to associate the image of the vagrant her friend had portrayed with the man before her.

Although he was dressed in ordinary cotton clothes, trousers, and sneakers that were cheap goods, he had a perfect figure and managed to make his attire look stylish. He doesn’t appear to be cheap at all.

He was over 5 feet 11 inches tall. Ilis striking facial features were complemented by his attire. Although his eyes were mostly covered by thick bangs, the brief glimpses of them left a lasting impression on Lillian.

At least Lillian hadn’t seen a man with such mesmerizing eyes, which were even more captivating than those of idols and celebrities. He had delicate facial features and spoke in standard English. Whenever Lillian posed a question occasionally, he always had an eloquent reply.

Is this really a vagrant?

She pulled Rosalie aside and asked quietly. “Are you sure he is really a vagrant with no place to stay? With looks like his, h could easily be a celebrity or a model.”

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“Not everyone who’s good-looking is fit for stardo

or modeling,” Rosalie retorted.

Mulling over Rosalie’s words, Lillian realized that the entertainment industry was not an easy business either. “Don’t you ever get any… ideas, being around him all the time?”

Rosalie rolled her eyes. Lillian was worried about w about what Rosaliee would do to Jon.

Jon would do to Rosalie before, but now she seemed to be worried

“He’s a few months younger than me. I only regard him as my younger brother.”

Lillian walked up to Jonathan and said. “Tm putting my words here first. You can stay here if you want. But you have to promise that you will not mess around or deceive her. Deception is what she loathes the most. If I find out you’re conning her, I’ll have the police on you!”

“Lillian, why are you saying this? Jon won’t lie to me,” Rosalie said hurriedly.

“How long have you known him? I must make it clear first. Hey, Jon, do you hear me?” Lillian said to Jonathan.

The corner of his lips lifted slightly as he said, ‘Okay. I understand.”

He was obviously wearing a light grin at that moment, and he neither argued nor disagreed but acknowledged what Lillian said.

Yet, for reasons unknown, Lillian found herself oddly perturbed, as if the aura he exuded had turned the tables, making her the one receiving a warning.

“He is just a vagrant. I must have thought too much, Lillian said to herself in her heart. However, when she was leaving, she still discreetly reminded her friend to stay guarded and not hesitate to call her if anything happened.

When there were only two people left in the house, Rosalie said to Jonathan, “Don’t take Lillian’s words seriously. She is just worried about me.”

“She is your friend. I won’t take it to heart, no matter what she says,” Jonathan replied. Such a warning sounded ridiculous to him. “Are you very close to her?”

“Do you know what one’s last hope is? It’s the desperate hope you hang onto when you’re about to drown. Even if it might not pull you out of the water, it offers a glimpse of hope and keeps you from being in despair.” She murmured, “For me, Lillian is that last hope.”