Chapter 162
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
âSo, youâre Rosalie Leighton.â Callumâs words were not a question but a statement. When he chanced upon Lillian on the street that day, he immediately began to inquire about everything regarding Lillian.
Without a doubt, Rosalie was also included in the information he had found.
He knew that Rosalie was Lillianâs best friend, and it was also because of Rosalie that Lillian abruptly took the soonest flight. back home in order to file a lawsuit, then spared no effort to find lawyers and all kinds of evidence for Rosalie.
In other words, it was because of Rosalie that Lillian left him so quickly.
Thinking of this, Callum felt uncomfortable for some reason.
Had Rosalie not been a woman, Callum would likely have wanted to treat her as his love rival.
âYes, I am.â Rosalie raised her chin.
âYouâre not qualified to interfere in the affairs between Lillian and me, and itâs best you be a little self-
aware of your place. I have never shown mercy to women,â Callum warned coldly.
Lillian got anxious. âCallum White, donât implicate my friend in our matters!â
However, the more anxious she was, the more annoyed Callum felt at this scene.
At this moment, Jonathan finally said languidly, âI donât care what happens between you and Lillian, but you canât lay a finger on Rosalie.â
Callum turned to Jonathan with slight perplexment in his eyes. I truly didnât expect that youâd come here this late at night, Mr. Youngblood.â
Of course, what genuinely surprised him was the relationship between Jonathan and Rosalie. After investigating Rosalie, he naturally knew that she had run over and killed Jonathanâs fiancée, Melanie.
But now, anyone could tell that the relationship between Rosalie and Jonathan was anything but ordinary.
âIâm taking Lillian away tonight,â said Jonathan.
Callum frowned and sneered, âDidnât you just say that you donât care what happens between me and Lillian, Mr. Youngblood?
Jonathan answered, âI naturally wonât care after tonight, but I have to take her away now.â
1 The two men faced each other, and there seemed to be a kind of tension in the air, which made people breathless. Rosalie and Lillian also couldnât help but exchange helpless glances.
âIf I disagree, do you intend to forcefully take her away, Mr. Youngblood?â asked Callum.
âIndeed,â Jonathan replied, looking confident as if it was a walk in the park for him to take Lillian away from another personâs territory.
Callumâs gaze gradually dimmed. Although he had not taken over the White family for a long time, and the Whites were not based in Strico at all, he was cognizant of the status Jonathan had in Strico.
He turned around and looked at Lillian. âDo you want to leave, then?â
Stunned, Lillian looked at the man whom she hadnât seen for more than three years and hesitated briefly. âI do.â
Callum compressed his thin lips. âSure enough, youâre still as heartless as before.â
Lillian wanted to retort, but his gaze made her feel like something was lodged in her throat, rendering her incapable of forming words. At the same time, the pain in her heart seemed to surge up again, too.
Just like that, Jonathan left Callumâs residence with Rosalie and Lillian. Callum ordered the subordinate who brought them in, âYou can leave.â
âYes, sir, the guard answered.
At last, Callum took out a piece of crumpled, yellowing paper from his pocket.
It read: [Iâm sorry. 1 have to leave in advance.]
This was the note Lillian left behind back then, and he had been carrying it with him all these years.
On several occasions, he had been so livid that he balled up the note and threw it into a trash can, only to go through the trash to look for it afterward.
This piece of paper was like a thorn in his heart. He couldnât pull it out, nor could he bear to do so.
It was as if this had become the only thing she left him. If he lost it, then he would have nothing left of her. Thankfully, now, he finally found her.
âLillian⦠Lillian Quinnâ¦â Callum murmured her name repeatedly and kissed the note in his hand. That was the extent of his attachment to her.
Meanwhile, Lillian followed Rosalie into Jonathanâs car and said to them, âThank you.â
Jonathan simply answered indifferently. âTâll take you home first. Where do you live?â
Lillian quickly gave her address, but Rosalie still asked a little worriedly. âDid that Callum guy really not hurt you?â
âHe purely made me sit in the chair and look at him for three hours,â Lillian revealed. âI wanted to call you, but he confiscated my phone, so Iâ¦
Speaking of the phone, she suddenly remembered that her phone was still in Callumâs hand, and there was some information about her work on it.
At the thought of this, Lillian felt a headache coming, contemplating, âShould I look for Callum again and ask for my phone? Or should I just take it as I lost it? Ugh, what a dilemma!â
âWhatâs wrong?â Rosalie queried.
âNothing.â Lillian shook her head and looked at Jonathan, who was driving in the front row. She found it quite unbelievable that she could actually be chauffeured by the man.
In addition, she knew that Jonathan only came to save her because of Rosalieâs request. âIâm sorry for worrying you.â Lillian looked at Rosalie guiltily.
âIâm just glad youâre fine,â replied Rosalie.
When the car arrived at the gates of Lillianâs residential area, Lillian got out, and Rosalie took the initiative to sit back in the front passenger seat, turning to Jonathan. âThank you for helping me today.â
He swiveled his head around, and his gaze landed on her face. The moonlight shone on her face through the car window, making her look as serene as ever.
Previously, however, because of Lillian, Rosalie was like a cat on a hot tin roof and even seemed like she could give up everything, including the bit of pride she had left.
âJust because⦠Lillian was her last hope?â he wondered.
âIf Iâm in danger someday, will you go down on your knees to save me?â Jonathan asked in a low voice.
That mildly hoarse voice rang in her ear, making Rosalie tremble a little.
She looked at his dark eyes and subconsciously wanted to agree without hesitation.
Nevertheless, her rational mind stopped her before she could answer. âWhatâs wrong with me? How could a person like Jonathan be in danger?â she mused.