The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 57

Zachary left with light, almost frivolous steps.

The engagement ceremony began. Jonathan watched as Zachary and Yvette exchanged rings and words on stage with a smile stretched across. their faces.

When photos of Zachary and Yvette’s engagement party were released the next day, it would likely be impossible for anything to happen between Zachary and Rosalie anymore.

The ceremony came to an end. Jonathan left while the other guests were congratulating the couple.

A silver Bentley stopped outside. Carlos respectfully opened the door, and Jonathan got in.

“Mr. Youngblood, are you returning to the rental home now?” Carlos asked.

“Mm,” Jonathan hummed in reply. He leaned against the chair and closed his eyes.

Today was a bit of a surprise. He didn’t expect Calvin’s newest interest to be Loretta, Rosalie’s half– sister.

In his opinion, that woman had no redeeming qualities whatsoever. He had no idea what Calvin liked about her.

However, that was someone else’s business, so he wouldn’t meddle in it. so long as Loretta didn’t trouble him again. Otherwise, he’d make her suffer a thousand times over.

“Mr. Youngblood, Mr. Hamilton called to ask why you left early. I think he’s worried about whether he made you unhappy.” Carlos spoke halfway through their drive.

“Just tell him I had a good evening but went home early as I was tired,” Jonathan dismissed.

It was the truth, after all. “How could I be unhappy when Rosalie’s ex–boyfriend is now engaged to another woman?” he thought.

The car arrived near the entrance of the residential area. Jonathan alighted from the car, walked to a narrow front door, and took out a key to unlock it.

A dim yellow light filled the room.

Rosalie was knitting. When she saw him return, she raised her head and smiled sweetly. “You’re back. It’s quite cold outside, isn’t it?”

“It’s all right.” He looked at the wool in her hand and asked, “Where’d you get that?”

“I unraveled some of my old sweaters. I thought of making a scarf and gloves for you with this wool. I’ve been idle at home, so I thought I might as well find something to do.”

He only noticed then that there were a few washing labels and brand tags on the table. He recognized one of the brands. “I know this brand. It’s not cheap, right? Why’d you unravel the clothes? Couldn’t you wear them?” he asked, picking up the tag.

Rosalie explained, “You’re right. But the style of these sweaters is

extravagant and doesn’t suit me anymore. It’s better to make good use of the materials.”

The sweater had a cape–like design. It looked impressive when paired with slim pants, boots, and some makeup. However, she didn’t have to wear it nor did she own any matching pants and boots.

There simply wasn’t any chance to wear it at all.

“I think there’s enough wool to make a scarf and gloves. Do you like this color?” she asked. The wool was an oatmeal color, a neutral shade suitable for both men and women.

“I like it.” Jonathan smiled faintly and put down the tag he was holding. “Rosie, I’ll buy you thousands of sweaters from now on. You can wear them however you want, okay?”

“Thousands, I can’t wear that many.” Rosalie laughed and continued, “By the way, let me measure your hand.”

As she spoke, she took out a measuring tape and pulled his hand over to measure its size.

He furrowed his brows slightly. Her hands were cold. “Stop knitting for a moment. Your hands are too cold,” he said.

“It’s not that bad. Hey, keep your hand still, or I won’t get an accurate measurement,” she mumbled, taking his hand and putting his finger in position again. “It’s all right. My hands aren’t too cold. We’re indoors now, so it’s not that bad. It’s much colder when I’m sweeping the streets in the mornings and evenings. Even with gloves, my hands sometimes feel numb.”

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Jonathan’s eyes glazed over, concealing the guilt in his gaze. Truth be told, he could easily keep her away from this kind of life and spare her from such arduous work. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Perhaps he found it interesting to be around her at first, so he decided to stay by her side. However, now that his feelings for her changed, he intended to take her under his wing, so she didn’t need to continue with such hard work.

“Done.” She marked the measurements and lowered her head to resume knitting. However, as her fingers had been injured before, her movements weren’t as agile, and her knitting speed was relatively slow.

“Rosie, today is the day of Zachary and Yvette’s engagement,” Jonathan suddenly said. “On my way back, I saw that the street where they held their engagement party was congested. Many people rushed over to have a look.”

“I know; I saw it online. Earlier, it was so crowded that people couldn’t even squeeze in,” she replied, her voice showing no trace of surprise.

“Don’t you feel disappointed?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and observing her reaction.

“Disappointed?” Her hand paused, seemingly a little confused.

“If Zachary hadn’t broken up with you, this grand scene today might have belonged to you,” he said.

“Even if I didn’t have that incident, even if we didn’t break up, all of this still wouldn’t have been mine. The Xanthos family never truly accepted me. Zachary and I would have broken up sooner or later,” Rosalie replied calmly.

Thinking back to those times, she recalled the effort she put in whenever she went to the Xanthos residence to win the favor of Frank, Olivia, and Zendaya, hoping to get along with their family.

However, she was treated as a joke instead. Zendaya once mocked her at a gathering, saying she was like an ugly duckling trying to become a

swan.

At that time, she endured the humiliation, forcing a smile to ease the atmosphere. Now that she thought about it, it was all unnecessary.

A car accident just made her see reality more clearly.

Jonathan smiled slightly, seemingly satisfied with Rosalie’s reply. “Rosie deserves better! Zachary is nothing.”

“That’s right. If Yvette likes a man like that, she can have him.” Rosalie smiled.

“So, did you see any other interesting news online today?” Jonathan asked casually.

“I did. I saw Jonathan’s silhouette. Speaking of which, he seems quite mysterious. There are no photos of him online. Even that photo of his silhouette was deleted soon after it was posted,” Rosalie said.