Chapter 475
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Looking at her alarming reddened and swollen condition, he felt like something was stuck in his chest and found it difficult to breathe..
Just now, when he opened the door and saw her hands tied up, her cheeks red and swollen, and lying there in a mess, he had a sudden urge to kill.
The person he had meticulously cared for was treated this way by someone else!
Rosalie bit her lip, but she didnât scream. After all, she was used to not yelling out in pain because she knew even if she did, it would be useless.
Jonathan didnât say anything more. Instead, he opened the cap and applied the ointment to her wounds.
Other than her face, she was kicked a few times, too.
âIâll do it myself,â she said.
âYou canât reach those on your back,â he pointed out.
âButâ¦â
âIf youâre embarrassed, Iâll apply it to your back with my eyes closed. After all, the doctorâs diagnosis report showed the approximate position,â Jonathan reasoned.
Rosalie was stunned. Before she could react, he had already walked to her back, closed his eyes, and then reached out his hand to lift her clothes.
âAh!â she exclaimed. And then she heard him say, âDonât move. If you move, I canât find the right place anymore.â
Rosalie instantly froze.
The next moment, she felt his fingers touching her back.
The place he touched happened to be somewhat painful at this moment. The ointment prescribed by the doctor contained mint, so she felt a cooling sensation on her back.
But inexplicably, she felt her back getting hotter and hotter, as if her blood was rushing toward the area his fingers touched.
After the ointment was applied, Rosalieâs skin seemed to be tinged with pink.
She hurriedly pulled down her clothes. âThatâs⦠Thatâs enough.â
Then, Jonathan slowly opened his eyes. His long eyelashes lifted like a hand fan, complimenting his beautiful eyes. It was as if he could capture a personâs heart just by looking up.
Putting the ointment on the table, he said, âYouâre hurt, so donât go to the office tomorrow. Take a few days off.â
âNo way. Itâs not that I canât walk. There are a lot of things to do in the office,â she said hurriedly.
She was just a lowly assistant. How could she ask for leave and have it granted immediately, let alone take a leave for several days?
She would, at most, attract some attention if the swelling on her face hadnât gone down by tomorrow.
âIs that so? Do you really have to go to work?â he asked.
âEveryone else will be going to work. If I donât go to work, then the work Iâm handling has to be done by others, increasing their workload,â she explained.
âOkay, I understand,â he replied suddenly.
âWhat did he understand?â Rosalie thought. She was a little confused.
However, at night, Rosalie received a call from the receptionist in the firm informing her that the next day was a day off.
âDay off?â Rosalie was stunned. It wasnât a festive holiday or an anniversary of any sort tomorrow.
âYeah, itâs a day off. It was a notice from the higher-ups, but they didnât say why. They only said theyâd give us three days off first, and then theyâll see how it goes afterward,â the receptionist explained.
Although the days off were strange, their salaries would be paid as usual. After all, who wouldnât like a vacation?
After ending the call, Rosalie looked at her phone blankly and somehow felt it might be related to Jonathan.
She wondered, âIs it because he wants me to rest at home, so he ordered the whole firm to go on a vacation? Is that possible? To just make me rest, he did all that? But⦠If not, why did the firm have three days off without any reason?â
After washing up, Rosalie lay on the bed. After the medicine was applied to her injuries, it didnât hurt so much. When she closed her eyes, she felt like she could see what had happened today again.
When Jonathan appeared in front of Rosalie, Rosalie was completely relieved. To her, it was like in this world, there was another person, other than Lillian, who would protect her this much.
However, the man who would protect her this much didnât love her.
The game of love between Jonathan and Rosalie was over, but when would the game of make-believe family end?
Alas, no one could tell Rosalie how long it would take.
Meanwhile, in a big room, Jonathan looked at the two bodyguards coldly with their heads down in front of him. Carlos looked helpless at the moment.
âIs that how you do your job?â Jonathanâs cold voice in a sharp tone made Carlos tremble suddenly.
Carlos thought, âMr. Youngblood⦠is angry! Heâs really angry!â
The two bodyguards were silent, and fear flashed across their faces.
Carlos could only hesitatingly muster up the courage and said, Mr. Youngblood, they tried to⦠to make up for it. After seeing Ms. Leighton kidnapped into the car, they originally intended to follow the place where the kidnappers stopped and rescue her, but they didnât expect thatâ¦â
The more Carlos said, the more the cold sweat poured down his back. He could feel Jonathanâs sharp gaze on him.
If he was careless, it seemed that he would also be dragged into this mess this time. After all, he was the one who chose the two bodyguards to protect Rosalie secretly.
However, he didnât know they would make such a big mistake.
âYou didnât expect those kidnappers would hurt her in the car? If they had waited before rescuing her, who knows what would happen to her!â Jonathan said coldly, stood up, and walked to the two bodyguards. Then, he kicked them down to the ground.
âGood bodyguards, my ass! Carlos, youâre pretty good at choosing, arenât you?â Jonathan laughed out of anger.
His smile was extremely radiant.
But in the eyes of Carlos and the two bodyguards, it seemed they had seen the most terrifying thing.
âMr. Youngblood, please spare my life! Please spare me!â
The two bodyguards kept begging for mercy, but Jonathan didnât bother to look at them. He just ordered his men to take the two bodyguards out of the room and then told Carlos, âNow that theyâve made such a mistake today, you should know how to punish them.â
âYes!â Carlos answered as his body shuddered in fear.
In his mind, Carlos guessed, âIâm afraid those two bodyguards will never be able to be bodyguards anymore in the future!â âBesides, you know what to do yourself. Go and receive your punishment. If something like this happens again, I wonât spare you even if youâve worked with me for so many years,â
Jonathan warned coldly.
Carlos felt a jolt and hurriedly acknowledged that. He didnât let out a long sigh of relief until he left the room.
He thought, âEven if Mr. Youngblood and Rosalie broke up, Rosalie was still precious to Mr.
Youngblood. She must never be harmed. If she were seriously injured today, the two bodyguards would most likely lose their lives. After all, if Mr. Youngblood was really angry, no one in Strico could calm him down.â