Chapter 644
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
He raised his hand and gently wiped the remaining water droplets in the corner of her lips after she rinsed her mouth. âIt doesnât matter if you hate it. We are husband and wife, and itâs natural for us to touch each other, right? No matter how unwilling you are, do you plan on enduring it for the sake of the children?â
After saying that, he seemed to have no intention of listening to her answer at all. He turned around and planned to leave. âItâs getting late. You can go to bed first. I still have some things to deal with in the study.â
Before he could step forward, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind. Rosalie buried her face into Jonathanâs broad back and explained, âI donât hate it. It was just morning sickness from the pregnancy. I canât control it, too. However, at the very least, I didnât hate the kiss just now.â
His body stiffened as if he did not expect her to say those words.
After a pause, she continued, âPerhaps some actions are normal between married couples, but if itâs only to fulfill our desires without feelings, how are we different from animals? At least, I think those intimate actions between married couples can only be allowed when they have feelings for each other. I donât want to do it with you just for the childrenâs sake. You wouldnât want me to do that, too, right?â
She knew Jonathan was vain. As the Mr. Youngblood of Strico, possessing such wealth and authority was enough for him to own such pride.
Such a man like Jonathan would not want a woman to force herself to do it with him for the sake of others. To Jonathan, this would be an insult.
Jonathan slowly turned around and looked at Rosalie. Rosalieâs eyes were so clear as if all her thoughts and ideas were completely exposed in front of him, undisguised.
âSo, what feelings should we have for it to happen? Is it love?â Jonathan asked, âDo you think itâs only okay when I love you and you to me? Is that it?â
Rosalie was silent.
âRosalie, are you going to love me again?â Jonathan questioned.
At this moment, her heart suddenly pounded inexplicably fast.
After Jonathan left, Rosalie pressed her chest above her heart. It was still beating rapidly.
âAm I going to love Jonathan again? We will be bound together for the next few decades of our remaining lives. If so, can I still love him, or am I able to love him?â
If Rosalie described their past selves as lines that were forever parallel to each other, now, they had intersected. They were no longer parallel lines.
In the study, Jonathan took out a box from the safe. He gently opened it, and inside rested a brilliant diamond ring.
The diamond, which was called the Icy Crystal diamond, was a wedding ring he had prepared for Rosalie according to her preferences. If there had not been an accident back then, this ring would have been on her hand by now.
Jonathan fell into deep thought as he stared at the ring. He gradually clenched his hand, enclosing the ring tightly and allowing its sharp edges to penetrate his palm.
The next day, Rosalie arrived at the detention center.
Because the video of Fiona setting Lucas up was accidentally exposed at Fionaâs birthday banquet, Fionaâs original prosecution was dismissed, and Lucas was released directly.
When Rosalie saw Lucas, he looked a lot haggard. He had a stubble around his chin, but his eyes were full of warmth when he looked at her.
âThank you, Rosalie,â Lucas uttered.
11:32 Rosalie said with regret, âI did not help you much at all. It was mainly because of the video that was exposed. Besides, you were framed because you got involved with me. If you hadnât known me, such a thing would not have happened at all.â
âWhat on earth was with that video? Judging from the angle of the video, the camera should be secretly set up in the car. Just who would set it up in Fionaâs car? What was their original purpose?â Rosalie thought.
Until now, Rosalie still did not have a clue.
âNot at all!â Lucas quickly said, âYou have helped me a lot. If it werenât for you, I would only be worried to death when I was in the detention center.â
Rosalie knew Lucas did not want her to hold any guilt.
Thus, she said nothing more and helped Lucas go through the procedures. After that, they exited the detention center together.
âRosalie, is Calvin really going to sue your cousin Fiona for fraud?â Lucas asked.
âI think so, but itâs only gossip I read online. I donât know the specific situation. Calvin and I have stopped contacting each other,â Rosalie said.
âIs it because of me?â Lucas asked uneasily.
âNo. Do not think too much about it. He and I are not from the same world, to begin with,â Rosalie remarked.
Lucas wanted to say something but stopped. Finally, he said nothing more.
After bidding him goodbye, Rosalie called Amelia and informed her that Lucas was fine.
In the past few days, Amelia had been feeling guilty and blaming herself for Lucasâ situation. She thought that if she had not promised Lucas to take Aiden out of the hospital at that time, Lucas would not have been framed.
After Rosalie made the call, Amelia was surprised. âReally? Heâs free?â
âYeah,â Rosalie said. âThere wonât be any trouble on Lucasâ side. Also, thereâs one other thing. Lillianâ¦
Sheâs in the hospital.â
âWhat?â Amelia was shocked. These days, other than worrying about Lucasâ case, she had been busy with work and did not have time to read the news. Naturally, she had not paid attention to Callumâs disappearance.
Amelia was dumbfounded after learning from Rosalie about Callumâs disappearance and that Lillian was admitted to the hospital due to severe injuries and was still in a coma.
âWhich hospital is Lillian staying in right now? I⦠I need to see her,â Amelia hurriedly said. Although they had not known each other for a long time, and she only met Lillian a few times, Amelia liked Lillian, who was carefree and honest. Sometimes, Amelia even thought Lillian resembled herself when she was young. Hence, when she saw Lillian and Callum getting together, Amelia thought love was wonderful, and she sincerely wished for their happiness.
However, she did not expect this to happen.