Chapter 448
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
âPeople like you wouldnât feel this way, but I do. We are the same human beings, but some are superior and can easily control others, while some are ordinary and have to be controlled humbly. They canât even control their own destiny and could only be toyed with by the others.â
If she were not the daughter of an ordinary family but a socialite from a prestigious family, then the blame for the car accident back then would not have been pinned on her, and the person who framed her wouldnât dare to let her take the blame.
She had lived like an empty shell in the prison. How she lived every day depended on other peopleâs moods, and others could decide at will whether she would be beaten that day, behind which was no more than a word from the boss.
Jonathan looked at the woman in front of him with dark eyes. âHow would you know that I donât understand?â he said in a low voice, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
She didnât know that the reason why he had broken up with her and didnât want to love again was that he didnât want his destiny and life to be controlled by her. If he loved her too much, it would be like letting her control everything about him.
When Rosalie heard Jonathanâs words, doubts flashed in her eyes She thought, âHe said it as if he understood how it felt, but he is the high and mighty Mr. Youngblood in Strico, and who can control his destiny, life, and death?â
âMr. Youngblood, you must be kidding,â she said indifferently.
âIâve told you to call me Jon.â He frowned slightly. âLast night, you hugged me and kept calling me Jon.â
Rosalieâs eyes widened, and she looked at him in disbelief, almost exclaiming how it could be possible.
âDonât you believe me? How about I call Carlos for you, and you ask him personally? He heard it yesterday.â Jonathan asked, âOr, you can also ask Callum.â
Rosalie looked embarrassed. âI was⦠drunk yesterday.â
âSo?â
âI was drunk, so I talked nonsense.â
âWhy couldnât it be uttering the truth after drinking?â
Rosalie almost choked on her own saliva and thought, âUttering the truth after drinking? What have I said when I was drunk yesterday?â
It seemed he knew what she was thinking at the moment. He continued to gently rub her cold hands while saying, âYesterday, you said that you liked Aplothian men with black hair and that my black hair was the most beautiful. You also said that I was good and that you liked me. You said you were my Rosie and would protect me.â
As Jonathan said that, Rosalieâs head lowered little by little until it almost reached her chest.
âGoodness gracious, how could I say that!â she exclaimed inwardly.
âYou⦠You donât have to take my words seriously!â Rosalie said quickly.
âWhat if I want to take it seriously?â He pulled her hand to his lips and breathed gently as if that could make her hand warmer. âI donât need to take what others say seriously, but I will take what you say seriously.â
As he spoke, his lips touched her hand, which had gradually been warmed up. âDonât you want to be my Rosie? You wanted to be my Rosie when you were drunk. If you like, we can go back to the way we were before, or even, if you donât want to go back to the Youngblood residence, I can live with you in the rental home as before.â
Rosalie was stunned. She suddenly raised her head and looked at him in surprise.
At that moment, his sexy thin lips pressed against her palm, and his gentle, warm breath brushed against her hand.
His handsome face with delicate facial features and his enchanting, gorgeous eyes merged elegance and sexiness into an extreme beauty, making it impossible to take oneâs eyes off his face.
âDo I want to go back to that time and be his Rosie again?â Rosalie asked herself inwardly. Maybe that period was the warmest and most carefree for her.
At that time, she felt like she had a family and was no longer alone. She never expected love, and all she had wanted was family affection.
After a while, the surprise in her eyes slowly subsided, and she returned to calmness and indifference.
âJonathan, we have broken up, so it is impossible to go back to the way we were before. There is no need for you to insist on having me as your Rosie. If you want to be treated like a younger brother, I believe many women will be willing to be your older sister.â
Jonathanâs eyes turned cold, and his fingers unconsciously squeezed her hand tightly. Suddenly, Rosalie felt pain in her wrist.
âSo, youâd rather be with someone like Lucas than me?â Jonathan said coldly.
âDonât get him involved,â Rosalie said.
âWhat? Are you worried about him? Didnât you just say that you donât like him?â Jonathan said, âEven if we have broken up, why would you pick such a man? What exactly do you think is good about this kind of man?â
He was unhappy that she kept defending Lucas.
Rosalie thought if she were with a man like Lucas, maybe she wouldnât have to worry about being abandoned casually one day. At least he was sincere and respected her.
But she couldnât say those words in front of Jonathan. Otherwise, Lucas would be doomed if the former got angry.
âI donât think thereâs anything good about him. I only have contact with him because of business,â she said calmly, trying to clarify the relationship between her and Lucas. âAlso, what kind of man do you think I should be with after we broke up? Someone like Calvin?â
Jonathanâs expression suddenly became extremely grotesque, and the five fingers holding Rosalieâs wrist almost seemed to break it.
When the car arrived at the entrance of the residential area where Rosalie lived, Rosalie got out of the car and walked toward the residential area quickly. She just felt like two sharp eyes were staring at her from behind.
After she entered the rental home, she took a deep breath and sat on the chair with her legs a little weak.
There was a red mark on her wrist. When she couldnât help but scream in pain in the car just then, Jonathanâs fingers had loosened.
Then, he lowered his head and kissed the red mark on her wrist. âDonât make me angry, okay? Iâm afraid that I might hurt you if I get angry.â
His soft, murmuring voice was so sweet, but he was the one who hurt her the most. She wanted to stay far away and forget about him quietly, but he came over and over again to disturb her peace.