The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 504

“You… Are you abandoning me?” His thin lips moved slowly, and it seemed that he needed a lot of effort to say

those words.

“Abandon?” Incredulous, Rosalie repeated that word in her mind; and she suddenly wanted to laugh.

She continued thinking, “For the type of man he is, how can I afford to have such a man at my side?”

“You’re really drunk. Let me get up. It’s late now…”

Before she could finish her words, he suddenly lowered his face even more, and the tip of his nose was about to

touch the tip of her nose. “Drunk…” He seemed to cry and laugh simultaneously. “Rosie, I’m not drunk. I’m very

conscious…”

His breath and aura surrounded her body. He said repeatedly that he wasn’t drunk. However, if he was actually not

intoxicated, he wouldn’t have said those words.

“Don’t abandon me, okay?” He murmured. His voice was very hoarse, and his dark eyes, now full of pain, implored

with her.

It was as if her promise was crucial to him.

Rosalie knew that he was drunk now and possibly wouldn’t remember what he had said tomorrow morning. But she

still couldn’t help saying, “Jonathan, why are you asking me this when it means nothing? You said I’m abandoning

you, but it is you who doesn’t want me at the very beginning!”

A hint of desperation crept across his face.

Her voice continued. “In the past, I said I wanted you because I took you as my family and loved you. But I don’t

love you now. Naturally, I won’t want you.”

“Yes, neither I love nor want him!” she emphasized internally. Not only was she telling him that, but she also wanted

to say it to herself.

His eyes gradually turned scarlet. Her words were constantly stimulating his eardrums and making him feel

immense pain.

“She doesn’t love me, so she doesn’t want me either…” he murmured inwardly.

An infinite panic permeated his body. It seemed like he couldn’t keep the woman pinned under his body at his side,

even when he tried his best.

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips.

“No! I don’t want it to happen! How could she do that?” he screamed in his heart.

“Urgh…” Rosalie didn’t expect the kiss. She raised her hand and tried to push him away, but he held her hands at

both sides of her body with his hands.

She was almost out of breath because of the kiss. When it ended, he slightly loosened his grip on her wrist. She

suddenly raised her hand and slapped him across his face.

Whack!

A crisp sound of a slap rang in the small rental home.

Jonathan’s face was tilted to one side due to the force, and an angry handprint appeared on his face quickly.

Rosalie was gasping for air. She felt the burning pain in her palm. It was obvious how hard she slapped him.

He seemed to be stunned for a while before turning his face. With confusion in his beautiful eyes, he turned his

gaze on her- face again. He then held the hand she had used to slap him across the face.

Rosalie’s body was trembling slightly.

‘Given that I just slapped him, I won’t be surprised if he wants to break my hand.

After all, few would dare to hit someone of his stature!

There’s nothing to be afraid of!’ she closed her eyes and said to herself.

The pain she had suffered in prison was much more severe. Some torture she endured was so horrible that she

wished she had a knife to end her life..

But the pain she expected didn’t happen.

She couldn’t help but open her eyes and saw Jonathan holding her hand. He focused his stare on it and asked softly,

“Does it hurt?”

At that moment, she was overcome by a complex emotion that even she couldn’t explain, A feeling of bitterness

crept into

her heart.

He always misled her into thinking that he cherished her very much. But in reality, he could abandon her without

hesitation!

“Jonathan, don’t kiss me if you don’t love me! Don’t ask if my hand hurts or not for slapping you. Your actions

disgust me!”

She glared at him and forcefully pulled her hand away from his fingers.

Her long hair was messy, and her complexion was a strange mix of scarlet and paleness. A few strands of hair

stuck to her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes expressed clear defiance.

Jonathan’s face immediately turned extremely pale, and his body wavered. Next, he was overtaken by a nauseous

feeling. With a hand over his mouth, he stumbled out of bed and walked toward the bathroom.

Rosalie then heard the sounds of vomiting coming from the bathroom.

She thought, “It seems like he drank too much to the point of vomiting. Anyway, it’s good for him to throw up!”

Rosalie got off the bed and looked at her right hand. She still felt the lingering pain of slapping someone in her

palm.

She couldn’t help but smile bitterly. “It looks like hitting someone hurts not only others but also myself,” she

thought.

The vomiting sounds gradually ceased in the bathroom. After a long time, however, Jonathan still didn’t come out of

the bathroom. Rosalie couldn’t help but guess if he fainted inside because of drunkenness.

Rosalie walked to the bathroom entrance and knocked on the door. “Jonathan. A-Are you okay?”

There was no answer, even after she waited for a while.

She had no choice but to raise her volume. “Jonathan, can you hear me? Have you fallen asleep inside because of

drunkenness? How about this… I’ll knock three more times. If you don’t open it, I’ll come in!”

As she said that, she curled her fingers and knocked on the bathroom door hard.

Once, twice, thrice!

After finishing her three knocks, Jonathan still didn’t answer from within, let alone open the door.

Rosalie turned the doorknob and pushed it open. She was glad Jonathan didn’t lock the door from the inside.

Otherwise, she would need to find a locksmith to open it.

In the bathroom, a figure was curling up in the corner, as if… he fell asleep under the influence of alcohol.

Rosalie sighed in her heart, “He’s completely wasted!”

She stepped forward and stooped, intending to help him to the bed.

However, the moment she lowered herself, she realized that the situation wasn’t what she thought.

At that moment, Jonathan’s body was shivering from time to time. Although his eyes were tightly closed, his lips

were almost pressed into a straight line. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his face was as pale as white

paper. Sweat kept pooling around his forehead and slipping down his cheeks.

His predicament showed that he was not asleep because of drunkenness!

Rosalie hurriedly asked, “How’re you feeling? Are you unwell?”

His eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes. Her face was reflected in his dark eyes. He muttered,

“Aren’t you despising me? If so, why do you care about me?”

Her breath hitched. This man had the power to control everything and do whatever he wanted in Strico, and many

people feared him. But at this time, she felt that he was just like a child throwing a tantrum.