The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 370

It seemed that she had to figure out the reason for her dream and headache.

Rosalie made up her mind secretly and made an appointment with Robin Erickson on her phone.

Just after Rosalie finished the call, Carlos knocked on the door and entered Jonathan’s office.

“Jonathan, Ms. Leighton just contacted the clinical psychologist whose name is Robin Erickson, and she made an

appointment with him. She will see him the day after tomorrow!

Jonathan lowered his head, held a pen with his slender fingers, and signed a document without pause. “I see.”

Carlos then left the office.

Just as Carlos was about to close the door, he heard a slight cracking sound coming from the office.

It was like something had been broken.

The door of the CEO’s Office was closed. Jonathan sat on a sofa chair and kept his previous position, but he had

stopped signing.

The pen in his hand had been broken into two pieces, and there was a gloomy expression on his handsome face.

He thought, “Rosalie still wanted to find her lost memory about Calvin.

“Why? She said that she wanted to be with him forever, but why does she still want to find the memory related to

another

man?

“Is this because no matter how much I love her and how loyal I am to her, she still cares about Calvin?”

“You put a huge weight on my back. I’m tired of carrying you.” A little girl seemed to be complaining.

“I… I’m sorry.” A little boy was sobbing, who seemed a bit embarrassed.

He had never thought that one day he would be carried by a girl. But now his feet hurt so much that he couldn’t

walk.

They had to leave the mountain as soon as possible, or those bad guys would find them sooner or later.

Even if they were not caught by them, they were in danger because of the lack of water and food.

She suggested that she go down the mountain to ask the police for help, but he was afraid of being left alone in this

strange place, and that she would not come back to save him.

As a boy, he was older than her. Therefore, he should have assured her, but as a result, his fear was sensed by the

girl. She comforted him, “Let’s go down the mountain together!”

Her warm words were so beautiful to the boy.

For the first time, he felt that these simple sentences could soothe him.

The girl was thin, but she carried him on her back and walked on the mountain where there were full of thorny

plants.

It was so difficult for her to take every step, and her brightly patterned dress got many cuts.

The boy knew how much she liked the dress.

He said, “I know you like this dress very much. I’ll ask my father to buy exactly the same one for you after we go

down the mountain.”

Even if he couldn’t buy it, he decided to require his father to find someone to make the same dress.

“No need. You will give me a purple dress as a present, won’t you? I’m looking forward to receiving it!” She

muttered. “But if the dress is too ugly, I won’t accept it!”

This was the memory Calvin recaptured.

At that moment, Calvin stood in front of a wardrobe and looked at the purple dress in it. The dress was patterned

with small flowers the same as those on the girl’s original dress.

But this purple one was much more exquisite than that dress on the little girl on that day.

Calvin raised his hand and gently touched the dress. Over the years, he had formed a habit of asking tailors to

make a purple dress with a different style every year, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the small

flowers on the dress.

This was because that girl liked this kind of pattern.

However, after finding Fiona, he didn’t give these dresses to her.

It was hard to explain why. He didn’t give the silver bracelet to Fiona either.

Calvin felt that something supporting him over these years would be gone once he gave thern to Fiona.

He couldn’t figure out why he had such a feeling.

Recently, he had been tensely thinking about what she said when she had a headache that day.

He wondered if those words were really meaningless.

The bruises made when Rosalie scratched Calvin on his wrist had faded, but the feeling of being tightly grasped by

her hand remained and was hard to get rid of.

“Rosalie, tell me the truth!” Calvin murmured, holding the purple dress in the wardrobe with both hands.

He behaved as if he had been hugging his loved one.

“Ah!” Rosalie suddenly woke up. What came into her sight was darkness. She touched her forehead and found that

it was sweating heavily.

She dreamed again. In the dream, the little girl kept walking in the mountains with the little boy on her back, and

she could even feel that the little girl was having a hard time in the dream.

But the little girl persisted as if she wouldn’t leave that boy alone no matter how difficult it was for her.

Recently, the dream seemed to appear more and more frequently. The scenes in the dream would have some

changes every time the dream went on like a movie.

She doubted that the content of the dream was her lost memory.

Suddenly, Rosalie seemed to feel something was wrong. She turned on the light on the nightstand and realized that

there was no one beside her.

She thought, “Where is Jon?”

Rosalie was surprised and checked the clock. It was already past 3 a.m. She had no idea where Jonathan had gone.

She got up and went to his original bedroom and the study next door, but she didn’t find him.

Then she went downstairs but still didn’t see him.

She saw his phone on the nightstand on the other side. In other words, he didn’t bring his phone with him, and

Rosalie couldn’t contact him.

She kept thinking about the places where he possibly was.

It struck Rosalie that she had found him in the memorial hall of the Youngblood residence last time.

It was also midnight at that time.

She thought, “Did he go there again?”

She bit her lips slightly, walked quickly out of the living room, and ran towards the memorial hall.

When Rosalie got there, she saw the lights in the memorial hall were on.

“Is he really in there?” Rosalie thought and stepped faster.

Walking to the front door, she pushed open the door and saw the hall. The black-and-white photo hanging in the air

was the first thing she saw.

That was a photo of Jonathan’s father.

There was massive tenderness on the man’s countenance. He should have always been superior, but he was

miserably frozen to death in a cold place.

Maybe he had lost the willingness to stay alive at that time.

He was abandoned by the woman he loved most, so he found his life aimless.

Rosalie was sympathetic to the man, but somehow she was angry with him at the same time.