Chapter 585
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Jonathan looked at her expressionlessly and then said, âPluck his nails.â
âNo!â Rosalie rushed up to Jonathan.
She knew that the most important thing she should do at that moment was to leave there and stay out of that matter, but perhaps that scene reminded her of the moment when she had her nails pulled out in the past and the pain that ensued.
At that time, no one helped her!
As a result, she could only be subjected to the agony.
He lifted his charming eyes and rested his cold gaze on Rosalie.
When her eyes met his gaze, she shivered again. His gaze was too cold and icy.
It was like a bottomless cold pond. The longer she looked into his eyes, the colder she felt.
âNo?â Jonathan slowly stood up and looked at her coldly. âWhat right do you have to say no to me?â
Her body trembled. The person in front of her was not Jonathan she had known before, let alone Jon!
Now, he was Mr. Youngblood from Strico, and she was nothing but an insignificant ant in his eyes!
âIn your opinion, is pulling out someoneâs nails something effortless for you, and you can do so as you please?â Rosalie took a deep breath.
Her face was pale under the light, and her body was still trembling slightly. Nevertheless, she continued to stare into the eyes of the man before her.
Jonathan narrowed his eyes, giving off an intimidating vibe.
Alan hurriedly stepped forward and said, âBy the way, when I brought Rosalie here, I asked her about their relationship with Calvin. She said that they had nothing to do with each other. The video online was just a misunderstanding.â
Jonathan said lazily, âAlan, did you bring her here today to tell me about this?â
Although Jonathan was asking Alan, he kept staring at Rosalie.
Alan could only smile awkwardly.
Jonathan said, âThen youâd better remember not to bring her to me again. Donât even mention her name in front of me. Otherwise, donât blame me for disregarding our years of friendship!â
Alan thought, âIn the past, Jonathan would never say something like that because of a woman. Now, Jonathan sounds like he is extremely disgusted with Rosalie. Is there really no hope for Rosalie now?
But on the other hand, doesnât this mean that Rosalie still holds an important place in his heart?â
At that moment, a woman in the waitress uniform stepped forward and said, âMr. Youngblood, I really appreciate your standing up for me, but there is no need to affect your friendship between you and your friends for an insignificant person like me!â
The waitress held her right hand with her left hand, and the index finger of her right hand was wrapped in gauze. The white gauze was seeping with blood.
Jonathan turned around and said to the waitress, âIf I donât think you are an insignificant person, you are not an insignificant person.â As he spoke, he held her right hand. âDoes your finger still hurt?â
His cold voice, and although it was just an ordinary inquiry, it made the waitress look flattered. The others around her looked at her with envy.
They thought, âJonathan has a crush on her! This is even more enviable than winning the first prize in the lottery! This is the exact representation of achieving the pinnacle of life with a single turn of events!â
The waitress was so excited that she stammered shyly, âItâs much better now.â
Jonathan said, âSince this man was going to pull out your nails just now, letâs pluck out all his nails now.â
âIf you had not come to my rescue in time, my nails would have been pulled out, Mr. Youngblood. But I think he must have recognized his error now. Mr. Youngblood, why donât you spare him?â the woman said in a pitiable manner, looking kind and innocent.
Such a woman could easily arouse menâs fondness and desire to protect her.
Hearing that, Rosalie was shocked, and her body shuddered.
She suddenly felt like she was a joke. It turned out that the man kneeling on the ground was a perpetrator, and the woman in waitress clothing with her finger injured was the victim.
She thought, âIs Jonathan seeking justice for this woman?â
Rosalie looked at Jonathan, who was interacting with the waitress in a trance. From her point of view, what she saw now was his profile.
He had a chiseled jawline, and a straight nose, His thin lips were moving, seemingly talking to the waitress.
What he had told her before flashed through her mind. âIâll seek justice for you.â
Later, he helped her turn over the case and sought justice for her.
And now, he was helping another woman get justice.
She gently lowered her eyes and told herself that everything had nothing to do with her. At that moment, what she needed to do was just leave quietly.
At that moment, another man barged into the private room and ran toward Rosalie. âAre you okay?â
Rosalie came back to her senses and saw Calvin standing in front of her, panting slightly. Obviously, he had run all the way there.
âI⦠Iâm fine, but why are you here?â Rosalie asked.
âLetâs talk about this later.â Calvin looked at Jonathan.
Jonathan also looked at Calvin.
The two men looked at each other, but a hint of aggression laced Calvinâs gaze as if he would do whatever it took to retaliate if Jonathan were to harm Rosalie.
On the other hand, Jonathanâs gaze was cold, which made people unable to figure out what he was thinking at the moment.
Seeing that, Alan hurried forward and said, âItâs a misunderstanding. I brought Rosalie here today!â
âWhy did you bring her here?â Calvin glanced at Alan.
Alan was stunned. It was hard to explain. He was afraid Jonathan would really cause the death of someone because of the video on the bus, so he brought Rosalie there to âexplainâ to him.
However, things progressed differently from what he had imagined.
Therefore, Alan could only continue to smile awkwardly.
âFrom now on, donât get involved in this kind of thing. If you do such meaningless things again next time, donât blame me for not treating you as a friend!â Calvin warned.
Alan suddenly wore a bitter expression. He thought, âIâm really unlucky today. Jonathan and Calvin have warned me one after another.â