Chapter 870
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Jonathan said calmly, âOkay.â Then, his gaze shifted to the ten men.
The ten men had already learned about Rosalieâs identity from Ethan. At this moment, hearing Rosalie call Jonathan âJon,â they could guess his identity immediately.
âItâs Mr. Youngblood! He rarely appears in the media in Strico. Besides, itâs difficult to find photos of him online,â they exclaimed inwardly.
However, at this moment, they didnât expect to meet him in person in such a place.
âSo this is where youâre drinking with them?â Jonathan asked with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Although the ten men dressed and looked different, their appearances were rather fine, the kinds that women liked.
Rosalieâs body trembled as she could sense his jealousy. She quickly said, âIâIâm just accompanying Lillian to clear her head, and I didnât drink much either.â She drank a few shots at most, unlike Lillian, who drank a lot.
âReally?â Jonathanâs gaze swept across the ten menâs faces. âWhat do you think about their looks?â
Immediately, the ten men felt a chill running down their spines. Usually, when the customers said they looked good, it was a compliment, and they were happy to accept it.
However, at this moment, they only wanted Rosalie to find them ugly, and the , the better. They would have to worry about keeping their faces if she complimented their good looks.
more, âNo, no. Weâre averageâlooking.â
âYes. Heâs right. We look way too ordinary and are definitely not goodâlooking!â âWâWe were just drinking with Mrs. Youngbloodâs friend, not with her!â
They were stammering and extremely cautious, which baffled Rosalie.
However, Jonathan was still waiting for Rosalieâs answer seriously. He seemed like if she didnât give him a satisfactory answer, he would stay there with her until she did.
Rosalie was a little embarrassed and said to Jonathan before the group of men,. Theyâre not as goodâ
looking as you. How could I catch feelings?â Of course, it was the truth. After all, only a few men could outmatch Jonathanâs looks Oliviously, Jonathan was quite satisfied with the answer. âFrom now on, even if an pesters you, you canât go to such a place without mel osalle looked at Jonathanâs face and wanted to say something traded. In fact, she had been to mir a few years ago due to gatherings with her colleagues or work reasons.
âLetâs go. Iâll take Lillian home first,â Jonathan said.
Rosalie wanted to pull Lillian up, who was sitting on the couch. The latter shouted drunkenly. âIâm not leaving. I havenât drunk enough. Rosalie, although these men are not as goodâlooking as your husband, their looks are not too bad. IâI donât believe I canât forget about Callum!â
âThatâs enough. Lillian, weâre going home. If you want to drink, Iâll accompany you next time,â Rosalie said and saw Jonathanâs face darkened at the side.
Rosalie chuckled awkwardly.
Jonathan pursed his thin lips, feeling helpless. He knew how important Lillian was in Rosalieâs heart.
She could even give up on her life for Lillian.
Because of that, even if he was jealous of Lillian, he could only tolerate it.
âNo need for that. IâI can go back by myself. YâYou donât have to send me home. I donât want to be a thirdâwheeler!â Lillian muttered.
âYouâre so drunk now. How can you go home by yourself?â Rosalie asked.
âDonât worry. IâIâll ask my friend to pick me up. Jerick,â Lillian stuttered while taking out her phone and began to dial the number.
After the phone rang for a few seconds, the call was connected. Rosalie was about to explain the situation to Jerick, but was stunned by the voice coming from the other end of the phone.
âLillian? Lillian, is that you?â
âIs that Callumâs voice?â Rosalie wondered.
Rosalie was dumbfounded and exclaimed inwardly, âLillian called Callum?â
âIâIâm not looking for Callum. Iâm looking for Jerick. Jerick. Please pass the phone to him, Lillian muttered.
âJerick?â It sounded as if the word was squeezed out through gritted teeth. âLillian, are you drunk?â
âYâYes. I drank a lot, and many men are here with me. Callum, I donât need you at Rosalie quickly took the phone from Lillian and said to Callum, âCallum, Iâm Rosalie. Lillian drank a little and dialed the wrong number. Iâll take her home later.
âWhere are you now?â Callumâs voice was extremely cold.
Before Rosalie could say anything, Lillian muttered, âAâAt Starlight Nightclub, Heches. The handsome guys here are so popular, 1 spent a lot of money today..
l come over right now! After saying that, Callum ended the call.
phone and suddenly felt speechless. Is Callum Why do I have such a weird feeling?â she wondered.
Standing outside the private room, Ethan waited for the door to open again after Jonathan entered it.
However, the door didnât open after a long time.
Ethan even almost stuck his ear on the private room door, eager to listen to what was happening inside.
âWhat exactly is happening in there? Why didnât anyone come out after so long? Did Mr. Youngblood get mad and punish those young men?â he wondered.
As Ethan thought of this, his scalp tingled. He was frustrated with the good sound insulation in the private room because he couldnât hear anything.
At this moment, Ethanâs phone rang again, and his subordinate said, âMâMr. Warner, MâMr. White is also here.â
âMr. White? Who do you mean?â Ethan, who was in the middle of something, asked angrily. Yet, his subordinate had to add to the trouble.
âCallum White, the chairman of White Maple Group who broke off his engagement and caused a stir a while ago, the subordinate replied.
Ethan was shocked. âCâCallum? HâHeâs here?â He had an inexplicable bad feeling in his heart.