The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 27

Although Yvette felt that she was indeed in her own class, she could never bring herself to really let those words out of her mouth as the crowd grew denser

Especially when Yvette saw the people around her taking out their phones and starting to film her, she became even more furious. Still, on the surface, she had to keep her poise.

Not long after that, more and more people from the Environment and Sanitation Administration arrived. Together with the reinforcement from the police department, they searched high and low for the ring

Just like that. Yvette and Meredith weathered the cold breeze, surrounded by the parade of onlookers while being. interrogated by the police. To make matters worse, they had to endure the foul smell coming from the piles of garbage beside them. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Of course, the ring was not found in the end. When the police finally let Yvette and Meredith go, the duo could almost feel themselves already swathed by the pungent smell of garbage.

Once they returned to the car, Meredith uttered uneasily, “Yvette, what should we do? Things are getting worse now that it’s turned into a criminal case. Who on earth reported it? Even the police are involved now”

“I’ll just pull some strings when I get back and put an end to this case. Yvette replied with a gloomy face.

Compared to the case, she was more concerned about her public image. That would make sense, for she was a celebrity, a rising star at that. As one who used to take selfies in various high-class venues, she found it hard to believe that she had stood beside the garbage dump that time around.

On top of that, there was a plethora of bystanders shooting her at the scene, which might soon make her hit the trending headlines on the news. Yvette had no choice but to call her manager to help keep the news under control.

Things were not in Rosalie’s favor either. Her whole body had long reeked of the stench of trash. She might have washed her hands a gazillion times, but a miasma of filth still lingered on her hands. As for her body, even if she took off her workwear and changed back into her usual coat, the smell continued to hang around her.

Then came Yulissa’s complaint. “Seriously, rich people like her are the worst! She’s the one who lost her ring, but she takes it out on us. Granted the ring cost a fortune, she should’ve kept an extra eye on it herself.”

Comforting words were all Rosalie could offer her colleague. On the heels of that, she grabbed her handbag and left the Environment and Sanitation Administration.

Having to deal with Yvette’s nonsense, she reached home later than usual that day. The streetlights were already on at that point. As the icy wind blew on her face, she felt a bone-chilling, sharp pang assailing her from within.

On that very day, the pain of how time had changed hit her once more. To think that she had no way to retaliate when Yvette asked she to look for the ring.

Unless she was to quit that job of hers, she could only bear with that pile of stinky rubbish and look for the so-called ring

If it was in the past, she could have simply quit the job and still managed to land herself plenty of other jobs. Be that as it might, the circumstances were no longer the same, for it was pretty tough for her to find work.

If she wanted to survive and make a living, pressing on was her only option.

Suddenly, she halted in her tracks and stared blankly at the figure standing not far away in front of the residential area.

“That’s Jon! He’s waiting for me!” she secretly exclaimed.

The street lamp shone on that man, making him seem as warm as ever.

Now, she was nothing like before. At the very least, she was not alone anymore.

Jon Rosalie sprinted ahead, but when she was about to reach him, she stopped in a frantic.

The man raised his beautiful gaze and regarded her in confusion. “Rosie?”

“I… smell bad right now. Don’t get too close to me,” she said. “Go in first. It’s cold outside.”

As she spoke, she was all ready to stride toward the residential area, only to feel her body freeze all of a sudden. It turned out that a pair of arms had been wrapped around her from behind. The next second, she was yanked into someone’s broad embrace.

“Jon!” A low cry escaped her.

Jonathan hugged the woman in his arms, hung his head low, and gently pressed his face against her neck. He naturally knew what sort of smell she meant by then.

Despite the fact that Yvette found fault with Rosalie that day and made the latter rummage through the garbage the entire day, Jonathan’s affection for Rosalie never wavered. “No matter how you smell like, Rosie, you never have to avoid me.”

“But…” It was rather awkward for Rosalie. Yet, she was not sure whether it was because of the smell on her or the man’s embrace.

“Since we already said that we’ll rely on each other, what’s there to avoid? Don’t tell me if my body’s tainted by an odor of some sort one day, you’ll also shun me on sight? refuted Jonathan.

Rosalie was stumped momentarily before she took a deep breath and caved in. “Okay, I understand. This won’t happen again.

With a smile on his face, Jonathan held her hand and went back to the cozy rental home.

He had served dinner on the table beforehand. Even though the meal was already cold, Rosalie still enjoyed it.

“What happened today?” asked Jonathan.

Rosalie hesitated for a moment and decided to spill the whole enchilada. After all, what happened that day had already turned into a big mess. Even if she kept it from him, he would also learn about it on the internet.

Jonathan listened quietly. After hearing her side of the story, he put forward another question. “Aren’t you mad?”

Upon hearing that, she smiled helplessly. “There’s nothing to be mad about.”

“But she didn’t really lose her ring. She’s just nitpicking, isn’t she? Why aren’t you mad at her??

“Because it’s pointless to get mad,” remarked Rosalie. Then, she suddenly added, “Do you know the man who goes by the name Jonathan?”

The man was slightly stunned as he looked her in the eye, his eyes flickering.

“He’s the all-mighty of Strico. Many people wanted to get on his good side. Back when I was in prison, a lot of the inmates tried to deal with me just to please him, and that’s because the court sentenced me guilty of a road accident and causing his fiancée’s death. If I were to get angry with every single thing, I might’ve only angered myself to death without even helping with anything.”

Rosalie’s tone was as placid as she could possibly sound. Jonathan’s heart, though, ached abruptly.

Even if the woman was merely recounting a snippet of her experience, he could roughly guess what she had gone through

in jail. Just like what she had commented, there were too many people who wanted to win his favor.

Some of them had indeed even mentioned in front of him that they had taught her a lesson behind bars. One would wonder what his reaction was like then.

Little did anyone know that he had actually laughed it off.

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After all, it had been nothing more than a measly matter for him.

Then again, he suddenly regretted it at that juncture. If he had known better that she was such a lady, and if he had seen that he would be running into her like that and even getting along well with her, he would never have let anyone lay their fingers on her in the cell.

In fact, he would never have let her stay in prison for three years.

“What’s wrong with you?” It seemed that he had fallen into a daze while gazing at the woman, thus compelling her to wave her hand before his eyes.

He suddenly grabbed her hand, feeling the rough callus in her palm.

“You must’ve had it rough back in jail. Rosie,” he murmured.

Rosalie, in turn, flashed a faint grin. “It’s all in the past now.”

Even so, the calmer she appeared to be, the greater the hurt in his heart became.