The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 49

When Rosalie uttered his very name, Jonathan stiffened unnoticeably. “Do you hate Jonathan?” he murmured.

Rosalie sighed. “Who doesn’t know Jonathan is in Strico? The person who died in that accident was his fiancée,

Melanie Hamilton. Obviously, it didn’t end well. Those who usually wanted to flatter him might want to see my

downfall too.”

After a pause, she said as if she was mocking herself, “Sometimes, I even wonder whether I could win the lawsuit if

it were not Melanie who had been in the car accident with me. Maybe I wouldn’t have gone into prison and

encountered all those incidents.”

She didn’t feel any anger or sadness, but her indifferent self–mockery made him feel more guilty.

Perhaps half of her pain was due to him.

He squatted in front of her and stared at her through the heavy bangs. “If I had known that you would suffer so

much, I would have protected you three years ago.”

The statement had nothing to do with their game, but it was from the bottom of his heart.

If he hadn’t indulged in other people’s flattery then, and if he had been willing to give her justice then, she wouldn’t

have gone to prison for three years. Not to mention the wounds all over her body.

“I know your good intentions. Let’s stop talking about matters like this.” Rosalie smiled and patted his black hair.

It seemed that she had done this more and more frequently recently.

Lillian got the medicine and came back. She told them, “I’m going to pick up the car in the basement parking. Jon,

you help Rosalie to the main entrance and wait for me.”

“Okay,” Jonathan replied.

Lillian hurried away to pick up the car. Rosalie was about to stand up with Jonathan’s help, but she saw his tall body

standing short in front of her.

He was squatting with his back to her.

“Jon, what are you doing?” Rosalie asked.

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“I’ll carry you on my back. Your feet will still hurt if you walk. It’s better if I carry you,” he answered.

“But…”

“You’re not willing to let me carry you?” he countered.

“That’s not what I mean,” she hurriedly denied.

“Then just hop on. Do you want me to keep squatting like this?”

Rosalie bit her lip slightly upon hearing his question. She eventually lay on Jonathan’s back with her two arms

around his neck.

She didn’t notice that there was a slight change in his expression when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

There’s a chance of him being killed when his neck was held in such a critical position.

Usually, he would never allow others to put their hands in such a position.

However, it was different with Rosalie.

Jonathan’s eyes showed a touch of tenderness that he had never noticed before.

He carried her on his back. They left the emergency room and walked toward the main entrance of the hospital.

“Am I very heavy?” Rosalie bit her lip slightly and asked. She feared that her weight might cause him inconvenience.

“Rosie, you’re not heavy,” Jonathan uttered. He was telling the truth. Although Rosalie was around 5 feet 3 inches,

he estimated that she would not exceed 99 pounds. It seemed that he should take good care of her in the future.

She nestled her face against his back and it felt warm. It had been ages since she was carried like this. In her

memory, it seemed that only her mother had carried her on her back when she was a child.

Nonetheless, the memory of that time was too vague.

“Jon, you’re so nice,” she murmured.

“Are you going to say that I’m a good person again?” he asked.

“I just want to say that you are really a good brother. I’m so lucky to have a younger brother like you,” she stated.

His gaze flickered lightly when he heard the word brother.

“Wasn’t it me who wanted to stay at her side as a younger brother when

the game started then? She asked me to call her Rosie,” he recalled.

However, he didn’t seem to wish for her to really think of him as a brother. It seemed that he wanted more than

what they were having now.

Not long after Jonathan arrived at the hospital entrance with Rosalie on his back, Lillian’s car appeared.

After they got into the car, Lillian recounted furiously what had happened that day.

Although Jonathan had roughly known the incident from Carlos before, his face still turned cold when he heard

Lillian’s words.

“Zendaya went too far this time. At first, she deliberately wanted the shop. assistant to kick us out. And eventually,

she even tripped Rosalie. If it weren’t for her luck, she would have been seriously injured!” Lillian gushed out with

hatred. “Zendaya is so reckless just because she’s from the Xanthos family!”

“The Xanthos family,” Jonathan uttered lightly, with a touch of mockery in his tone. “So what if she’s from the

Xanthos family?”

“Jon, don’t look down on the Xanthos family.” Although Lillian was angry at Zendaya, she still needed to get the

facts straight. “The Xanthos family has a solid foundation and connections in Strico. Xanthos Group belongs to

them, along with many other companies.”

Lillian was afraid that as a homeless man, Jonathan didn’t know the background of the Xanthos family. Therefore,

she began to fill him in. Lillian added, “Zendaya knows that eventually, she’ll just need to compensate us if a lawsuit

is filed, so she’s not afraid to do such things at all!”

“We won’t file for a lawsuit then,” Jonathan stated.

“We still suffer losses in the end, don’t we? No way. They must compensate for all kinds of medical expenses and

lost income. Even if this money is nothing to them, we can’t suffer any losses.” Lillian grumbled.

“I won’t let Rosie suffer in vain. People should pay the price if they cause Rosie any trouble,” Jonathan said icily.

At that instant, a trace of hostility appeared in his eyes.

Lillian didn’t see it as she was driving at the front. However, Rosalie, who was sitting at the back with him, could see

it clearly.

Suddenly, she had an illusion that the Jonathan in front of her was a

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stranger. She totally didn’t understand him as if he was another person.

But at the next moment, the hostility in his eyes disappeared, and he was back to his usual self.

“Rosie, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“N–Nothing.” She shook her head and told herself that it had just been an illusion.

When they arrived at Rosalie’s residential area, Jonathan carried her on his back again. Lillian helped to carry other

things and they went back to Rosalie’s rental home together.