Chapter 546
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
âYeah, we have broken up.â He said in a low voice, âBreaking up with you is the biggest regret in my life, so I wonât let myself regret it again.â
He wanted to make her fall in love with him again and love him so much that she couldnât leave him.
In the evening, Rosalie sat on the couch in the room and looked at that purple floral gown in her hand.
That gown had been torn from the neckline to the sleeve. It would be hard to restore it to its original state even if she mended it.
Looking at the torn gown that was once perfect, Rosalie felt somewhat unhappy. After all, that could be considered a gift from Calvin to her.
Even if Calvin didnât know that the little girl was her, and even though he had unintentionally given her that gown, it seemed like a series of coincidences made the childhood promises between them realize one by one.
Rosalie bit her lips slightly, then got up and walked to the cabinet, where she took a sewing kit.
When she was bored earlier that day, she looked around the room carefully and unexpectedly spotted the sewing kit.
That sewing kit looked somewhat old, containing several needles and an ancient yet exquisite thimble.
Although the silk threads in there had faded a little, they were strong and wouldnât break easily.
âDid someone living in this room in the past leave the sewing kit? It should be a woman because the thimble fits my finger,â she thought.
However, Rosalie was not used to wearing a thimble, not to mention her finger was slightly deformed, which would be more inconvenient to wear a thimble.
Rosalie held a small ball of purple thread, took a needle, and began to mend the gown.
Although the gown was torn and could no longer be worn, it was still a promise and a gift from her childhood, and she wouldnât let it remain in a mess like that.
Rosalie treated each stitch with great care as if she were stitching up her childhood promises.
At that moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Jonathan walked in. His deep eyes suddenly narrowed when he saw the gown Rosalie was mending.
âDidnât you say you donât love Calvin? Why are you still mending the gown he gave you?â He said with obvious jealousy in his tone.
Rosalie had also mended Jonathanâs clothes in that small rental home, but now she was mending the gown given by Calvin. âWhat is she thinking? Is she thinking about Calvin?â When Jonathan thought of that, he felt a tightness in his chest as if it was weighed down by something.
âItâs just a gown,â Rosalie replied.
âEven a gown is not okay.â Jonathan bent over and stared at Rosalie. âItâs impossible between you and Calvin. Otherwise, you wouldnât have forgotten him for so many years, and he wouldnât have gotten the wrong person and mistaken Fiona for you.â
Her expression changed slightly.
He smiled softly and said, âYou said that Calvin missed you, but he mistook someone else for you so easily. How much did he miss you then? He can give you this gown today, and he can also give it to Fiona another day, isnât it?â
His smile was tinged with a hint of playfulness and ridicule as if he was telling her that the gown in her hand was meaningless.
Rosalie gently lowered her eyes and looked at the purple gown in her hand quietly. Then, she continued to mend it without saying a word The faint smile on his lips gradually disappeared. âStop it,â Jonathan said.
But Rosalie seemed to not hear it and continued with what she was doing.
Jonathanâs eyes became darker, and the feeling of jealousy became more intense. It was as if there was only that gown, or Calvin, in Rosalieâs eyes at that moment.
âI told you to stop!â Jonathan snapped. The next moment, he forcefully snatched that purple gown from Rosalieâs hand. âAh!â Rosalie let out a low cry. The needle in her hand stuck in the index finger of her other hand, and bright red blood began to gush out from the wound.
The needle pricked quite hard, and the blood flowed rapidly. In just a moment, a lot of blood had gushed out from her slender finger. The bright red blood flowed along her fingertip and dripped on the dark floor.
Seeing that, Jonathan quickly threw away the gown in his hand and crouched down to hold Rosalieâs hand. He put her bleeding finger into his mouth and sucked the blood from her fingertip.
Rosalie was dumbfounded. She felt warm and moist at her fingertip. Waves of heat enveloped her finger, and her fingertip became increasingly hot.
She looked at Jonathan in a daze as he lowered himself in front of her. He crouched and knelt before her, and his long, thick eyelashes half-covered his lowered eyes, with a conspicuous worried look on his face.
He was worried about her.
After a moment, his thin lips slowly parted, and he looked at the finger he had sucked. The blood no longer gushed out like before, but a bit of it was still oozing.
âDoes it hurt?â Jonathan looked up at Rosalie and asked. His long, black eyelashes were raised against his dark eyes, looking beautiful.
Rosalie came to her senses and said, âIâm fine.â After saying that, she was about to pull her hand back.
But Jonathan didnât let go of her hand. âDonât move, or the blood will gush out again.â
âItâs just a prick with a needle. Itâs nothing,â she said.
âMaybe itâs nothing to you, but for meâ¦â His words were swallowed, and he didnât continue.
For him, when he saw her bleed, his heart seemed to be stabbed by a knife, and it was filled with a feeling of regret.
Her injury was caused by him.
Jonathan lowered his head, and his eyes fell on her fingertip. âDonât care about the gown anymore, okay? Since itâs torn, itâs torn. Donât mend it, and donât make me angry, okay?â
He put her fingertip to his lips and gently sucked away the traces of blood on it.
Rosalie felt her fingertip burn, but her heart seemed to be sinking.