Chapter 504
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
âYou⦠Are you abandoning me?â His thin lips moved slowly, and it seemed that he needed a lot of effort to say those words.
âAbandon?â Incredulous, Rosalie repeated that word in her mind; and she suddenly wanted to laugh.
She continued thinking, âFor the type of man he is, how can I afford to have such a man at my side?â
âYouâre really drunk. Let me get up. Itâs late nowâ¦â
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. âDrunkâ¦â He seemed to cry and laugh simultaneously. âRosie, Iâm not drunk. Iâm very consciousâ¦â
His breath and aura surrounded her body. He said repeatedly that he wasnât drunk. However, if he was actually not intoxicated, he wouldnât have said those words.
âDonât abandon me, okay?â 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 wouldnât remember what he had said tomorrow morning. But she still couldnât help saying, âJonathan, why are you asking me this when it means nothing? You said Iâm abandoning you, but it is you who doesnât want me at the very beginning!â
A hint of desperation crept across his face.
Her voice continued. âIn the past, I said I wanted you because I took you as my family and loved you.
But I donât love you now. Naturally, I wonât want you.â
âYes, neither I love nor want him!â 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.
âShe doesnât love me, so she doesnât want me eitherâ¦â he murmured inwardly.
An infinite panic permeated his body. It seemed like he couldnât 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.
âNo! I donât want it to happen! How could she do that?â he screamed in his heart.
âUrghâ¦â Rosalie didnât 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.
Jonathanâs 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.
Rosalieâs body was trembling slightly.
âGiven that I just slapped him, I wonât be surprised if he wants to break my hand.
After all, few would dare to hit someone of his stature!
Thereâs nothing to be afraid of!â 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 didnât happen.
She couldnât help but open her eyes and saw Jonathan holding her hand. He focused his stare on it and asked softly, âDoes it hurt?â
At that moment, she was overcome by a complex emotion that even she couldnât 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!
âJonathan, donât kiss me if you donât love me! Donât ask if my hand hurts or not for slapping you. Your actions disgust me!â
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.
Jonathanâs 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, âIt seems like he drank too much to the point of vomiting. Anyway, itâs good for him to throw up!â
Rosalie got off the bed and looked at her right hand. She still felt the lingering pain of slapping someone in her palm.
She couldnât help but smile bitterly. âIt looks like hitting someone hurts not only others but also myself,â
she thought.
The vomiting sounds gradually ceased in the bathroom. After a long time, however, Jonathan still didnât come out of the bathroom. Rosalie couldnât help but guess if he fainted inside because of drunkenness.
Rosalie walked to the bathroom entrance and knocked on the door. âJonathan. A-Are you okay?â
There was no answer, even after she waited for a while.
She had no choice but to raise her volume. âJonathan, can you hear me? Have you fallen asleep inside because of drunkenness? How about this⦠Iâll knock three more times. If you donât open it, Iâll come in!â
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 didnât answer from within, let alone open the door.
Rosalie turned the doorknob and pushed it open. She was glad Jonathan didnât 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, âHeâs completely wasted!â
She stepped forward and stooped, intending to help him to the bed.
However, the moment she lowered herself, she realized that the situation wasnât what she thought.
At that moment, Jonathanâs 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, âHowâre you feeling? Are you unwell?â
His eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes. Her face was reflected in his dark eyes. He muttered, âArenât you despising me? If so, why do you care about me?â
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.