The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 “I don’t need your favor,” said Rosalie. Fueled by alcohol, Jason rushed toward Rosalie and gave her a hard slap across the face. “Just drink it when I ask you to drink! You’re nothing more than a down-and-out now. Quit putting on airs!” While speaking, he grabbed the bottle of wine and directly poured the liquid down Rosalie’s throat. Rosalie wanted to push the other party away, but men’s strength was ultimately much stronger than women’s, not to mention Loretta was aiding him at the side. Jason greatly appreciated Loretta’s help. “Loretta, you’re indeed thoughtful. I’ll talk to the director about getting extra scenes for you later.” This naturally spurred Loretta on, causing her to become more aggressive in her actions. “Thank you, Mr. Holt! Please forgive my sister for being heedless.” Rosalie wasn’t sure how much wine she had been forced to drink, but as a lightweight, she was already somewhat tipsy now. Barely able to control her remaining consciousness, she stammered, “I… I want to go back…” “Okay. I’ll take you back in a while.” Jason wrapped his arm around Rosalie, his gaze filled with lust. Even though the woman before him was not stunningly beautiful, Jason couldn’t help but get excited at the thought of her being Zachary’s ex-girlfriend. At this moment, Jason’s phone suddenly rang. Initially, he wanted to decline the call, but upon seeing the caller ID, he picked up nonetheless. After all, it was the director, James Holt, calling. Furthermore, James was Jason’s older brother. The latter was only able to become an assistant director because of the former. However, not long after Jason answered the call, he seemed to have sobered abruptly as the color drained from his face. Even his breathing became labored.

“How’s that possible? How could that be… S-She… She’s just a sanitary worker without any background. Even if Zachary is her former

boyfriend, he doesn’t care about her anymore now that he already has a 1/4 11.25 The Ceo’s Convict Wife fiancée,” he exclaimed, unable to comprehend why Zachary would let his ex-girlfriend work as a sanitary worker if it were otherwise. “Regardless, you can’t touch her and must let her leave safely. You gotta know, this is a warning that the company’s CEO personally called and told me. He also said that if something truly happened to this woman tonight, the film crew would be dissolved tomorrow. By then, you can forget about staying in Strico,” cautioned James. He felt a chill run down his spine at the mere recollection of the solemn warning from the CEO just now. “How’s that possible? They’re going to dissolve a film crew just like that after investing tens of millions of dollars?” Jason questioned in disbelief. “Who on earth is this woman?” “How would I know? Anyhow, you’re the one who caused this. If you dare to even touch even a single strand of her hair, I’ll punish you severely!” James lectured. “How is she now? Is she okay?” Jason was at a loss, not daring to confess that not only had he already slapped Rosalie, but he had also forced her to gulp down half a bottle of red wine. Right then, staggeringly, Rosalie attempted to open the private room door to leave, but Loretta moved forward to stop the former, thinking, “It’s nothing to sacrifice a half-sister as long as I can make a name for myself.” However, what Loretta did not see coming was Jason dashing toward her and giving her a hard slap that caused her to stumble and almost fall to the ground. “Who the hell said you could stop her!” Loretta was practically Jason’s top nemesis at this moment. He blamed her for the events that unfolded. Astounded, Loretta watched as Jason opened the door reverentially for Rosalie, allowing the latter to exit the private room. “Mr. Holt, what are you doing-”

“Are you trying to set me up? Who exactly is your sister? Who in the world is the big shot backing her?” Jason demanded. Loretta looked puzzled, pondering, “Big shot? There’s a big shot backing Rosalie? Why don’t I know this?” In the meantime, Rosalie reeled out of the private room, her steps unsteady from the effects of alcohol and her vision becoming. increasingly blurry. 274 The Ceo’s Convict Wife “Go back… I have to go back as soon as possible. Otherwise, it’ll be dangerous for me to get drunk outside like this!” she thought. Her rational side desperately told her to walk in her house’s direction, but unfortunately, her body seemed to be at odds. “In… which direction? Which direction…” she mumbled to herself. All of a sudden, a vague figure that gave her a sense of familiarity and security came into her view. It was as though she would be safe as long as that figure was there. Rosalie walked toward that figure one step at a time. Eventually, she reached that figure and looked up at the other party, her eyes having nearly lost focus. Yet, a relieved smile formed on her lips. “Jon…” In the next second, her eyelids, which she had been struggling to keep open, finally closed, and her swaying body began to slump downward. Jonathan caught her falling body with one arm. He stared at her red cheek and gently ran his fingers over that apparent slap mark as his gaze turned a little stony. “Mr. Youngblood.” Carlos put away the phone in his hand and cautiously explained the situation he had just learned. “Ms. Leighton was likely forced to drink some red wine and slapped.” “Is that so? Whoever hit her shall lose their hand, then,” stated Jonathan. He then scooped Rosalie up in his arms and sat back in his car. Stunned, Carlos thought, “So, Mr. Youngblood’s going to stand up for Rosalie? Even when his fiancée died back then, he hadn’t done a single thing for her. But now, he’s doing this for the perpetrator of that

car accident years ago…” In the vehicle, Jonathan found the scar on Rosalie’s an extreme eyesore. He thought, ‘She’s clearly nothing more than a game to me, but why do I feel so displeased to see her get hurt by others? Is it because of pity? When have I ever started pitying others?’ The first thing that entered Rosalie’s eyes when she woke up was the ceiling of her rental home and a familiar face. “Jon!” Rosalie sat up abruptly, only to feel a throbbing pain in her head that immediately made her suck in a deep breath. After taking some time to collect herself, she asked, “How… did I get back? I remember being at the club…” Her mind flashed back to the scenes that happened in the private room, 11-241 The Ceo’s Convict Wife and her expression gradually darkened. “I saw you walking out of the club entrance, so I took you back,” replied Jonathan. “But I didn’t tell you where I was going.” “I overheard the caller telling you the address when you answered the phone. Would you like to have some water, Rosie? It might help you feel much better.” He handed her a glass of warm water, and she took a few sips. That indeed eased her discomfort a little. She couldn’t help but question, “I didn’t do anything weird while I was drunk, right?”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only