Chapter 469
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Jonathan was naked, with a bath towel around his waist. His hair was wet and some water was dripping from it.
Seeing Rosalie in the room, Jonathan smiled and said, âHere you are.â
âYeah.â Rosalie looked away uncomfortably.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you embarrassed?â Jonathan walked up to Rosalie. âArenât you going to help me dry my hair? I remember the first time you took me to your rental room, you volunteered to dry my hair after I took a shower.â
âYou are too tall. Itâs inconvenient for me to dry your hair. You should do it yourâ¦â
Before Rosalie could finish her words, Jonathan bent down and said, âWell, how about now?â
Rosalie was startled by the sudden proximity to Jonathanâs face. When Rosalie turned her head, she couldnât help but meet his eyes.
Jonathanâs eyes seemed to have some kind of magic, which made it hard for Rosalie to look away.
Then Jonathan put a dry towel into Rosalieâs hands and said, âI like you drying my hair.â
Rosalie held the towel stiffly, covered it on Jonathanâs head, and began to wipe his wet hair.
The towel blocked Jonathanâs gaze, which made Rosalie feel less pressured.
In fact, Rosalie also helped Jonathan dry his wet hair many times after she lived in the Youngblood residence.
Despite doing the same thing now, Rosalie was in a completely different mood.
After his hair was dried, Jonathan stroked the bangs on his forehead. âIt seems that my hair has grown a little bit. Why donât you help me trim it?â
âSorry, I donât know how. You can get a professional hairdresser,â Rosalie subconsciously refused.
Jonathan smiled and said, âArenât you the one who hates lying most, Rosie? Didnât you help me trim my hair when we were at the rental home?â
Rosalie held her breath, thinking that Jonathan was going to make her repeat all the things she had done back at the rental home.
At this moment, she regretted doing too much back in the rental house.
âBut there are no tools here.â She could only find other excuses.
However, Rosalie was speechless when he asked the housekeeper to bring a complete set of tools for professional hairdressers.
She didnât know how to use the many tools that were brought to her.
Therefore, she could only help him trim his hair with the most basic comb and ruler.
When her fingers ran through his slightly wet hair and the scissors began to trim it, she suddenly had a strange feeling.
It was as if she had gone back to the old days when she helped him dry his hair, and then he sat in a chair obediently and let her trim his hair.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that the scissors slipped from her hand and were about to poke Jonathanâs neck, but he managed to catch it with two fingers.
âWhat now? Are you trying to kill me, Rosie?â Jonathan looked at Rosalie in the mirror and asked.
âI-Iâm sorry. I was distracted just now,â said she..
âReally?â Jonathan murmured. The scissors had fallen into his hands in an instant.
He looked down at the scissors in his hand with a cold look on his face. He actually had the urge to give his life to her even if she really wanted to kill him at that moment earlier.
He thought, âHow could this happen?â
He never intended to give his life to any woman. He thought that only he himself could decide whether to live or die. He thought, âWasnât this what I was afraid of when I broke up with her? But why do I still have such an idea after breaking up. with her?â
âJonathan, I really didnât want to kill you.â His silence made her misunderstand. âEven if I broke up with you, it was sad and painful at the beginning, but all this has passed. I wonât kill anyone because of a breakup.â
He frowned unconsciously. She was explaining, but when he heard her say âAll this has passedâ, he felt an ache in his heart, which made him uncomfortable.
âHave you never thought about killing me?â He turned his head and looked at her.
âYeah,â she replied.
âSo, you donât want me to die?â he continued to ask, looking directly at her eyes as if he wanted to see through her completely.
His question sounded ambiguous. â-I donât want you to die,â she said. Even if she broke up with him, she didnât want him to die or anything like that. What she wanted was just for both of them to part ways amicably.
But now, it seemed that even this was difficult to achieve.
âSo, you wonât let me die, right?â His voice was like clouds in the sky, which made people feel a little tranced.
Rosalie thought, âHow could I let Jonathan die?â She only felt that Jonathan was telling a joke. He was Jonathan from Strico, with considerable wealth in his hands. She didnât think that she, a legal assistant, could kill him.
âItâs not a matter of whether I will or wonât,â said she.
âJust tell me, will you or will you not?â He insisted on getting an answer.
Under his gaze, she only felt her heartbeat racing as she replied almost subconsciously, âI wonât.â
He smiled slightly, and then his smile slowly widened. Even his eyes seemed to be crinkled by that smile.
âRemember what you said.â As he spoke, he handed the scissors back to her. âAll right, now continue trimming my hair.â
After his hair was trimmed, Rosalie felt that her hands were stiff and even her stomach grumbled with hunger.
She had dinner in the Youngblood residence, which was no different from before. Sometimes she even had an illusion as if she hadnât broken up with him.
She thought she could go back after dinner, but he made her stay in the study.
At this moment, Jonathan was holding a video conference with the senior management of the group in front of the huge desk in the study, while Rosalie was sitting at the small desk and looking through the case file in her hand.
He had bought this small desk and put it in the study when she wanted to review the legal provisions and cases back then. Rosalie couldnât understand why Jonathan made her stay in the study when he had something important to do now. But when she asked him earlier, he said, âItâs nice to have you next to me when Iâm working. Iâll feel a lot happier.â