The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 

“It’s just that they had set you up and had been locked up for so many days because of you. Aren’t you worried that they’ll bear a grudge against you and humiliate you more?” he asked. 

Rosalie was silent. She naturally understood Daniel and the rest would not be grateful to her for releasing them after this incident. Instead, they will resent her more. 

“None of them matter to me, so I don’t care how much they hate or think of me,” she said calmly as she looked down. 

However, her calmness annoyed him for some reason. 

“What about me?” he asked abruptly. 

“What?” She froze as she was thrown off guard. 

He propped his hands on the edge of the bed and approached her, asking, “What about me? Do you care about me? Do you care what I think of you?” 

Rosalie was stunned. If he was Jon, she naturally cared about him. However, he was now Jonathan… 

“It probably doesn’t matter to you whether I care,” she said. 

“What if it matters?” he asked. 

She bit her lips and took a deep breath before saying, “I care.” 

He seemed a little surprised that she admitted it so straightforwardly. “Why?” 

“Because you’re Jonathan. You’re important in Strico. One word from you can even change other people’s lives. Of course, I care about what you think. You know I can’t afford to offend you.” 

The consequence of offending him was repeated torture in prison. She was afraid, so afraid! 

In fact, she could not afford to offend him at all. 

His mood worsened instantly. 

“You can’t afford to offend me? In that case, did you ever think of offending me when you said you refused to stay by my side?” he asked coldly. 

She winced slightly 

He raised a hand and suddenly grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face close to him. He then said in an extremely amorous tone, “Do you know what happened between us in this room after 1 brought you home last night?” 

Her expression changed instantly. “You said you wouldn’t touch me.” 

“Yes, I did. But what if I did touch you?” he asked in reply. 

She instantly turned pale as she bit her lower lip hard until it was about to bleed. The calmness in her eyes was finally replaced by panic, anxiety, and uncertainty. 

Jonathan instantly felt his mood worsening. 

He had said that just to punish her because she put him in a bad mood. However, he could not tell who was being punished. 

now. 

He instantly released his hand, straightened up, and said coldly, “Don’t worry. I didn’t touch you, but it was you who lay on me and refused to leave last night.” 

Rosalie was about to feel relieved when she heard the first half of his speech, but the second half made her tense. 

“How is that possible?” she denied it almost reflexively. 

He looked coldly at her. “How is it not possible? You were drunk and didn’t remember what happened. Do you want me to help you recall it? Should I tell you how you pressed me on the bed and kissed me last night?” 

Her face became redder as he spoke. 

By the time he finished speaking, her face was already as red as a ripe tomato. 

Rosalie hurried out of bed and said, “I’ll… go wash up.” Then, she hurried into the bathroom. 

Jonathan looked at Rosalie’s back as she was running for her life, and his eyes darkened. 

In the bathroom, Rosalie looked at her red face in the mirror and gasped. 

She could not believe what Jonathan had just said. 

She thought, I pressed him down and kissed him. 

How is that possible? 

But… She hesitated. 

She wondered, ‘Is it really impossible? I don’t even know what I’m capable of doing when I’m drunk. 

What if Jonathan spoke the truth? Then, I… 

Rosalie had the urge to bury herself in a hole at the thought of that possibility. 

After washing up in a hurry, she walked out of the bathroom to find Jonathan still in her home. 

He was sitting in a chair, sipping a glass of water in his hand. 

His broad shoulders and slim waist were covered by an exquisite suit. His long legs overlapped each other elegantly. Jonathan had a handsome face with defined and delicate features. His long eyelashes looked like fans when he looked down People could not help but imagine how charming and beautiful his eyes would be when they were fully opened. 

Just the sight of him sitting was pleasing to the eyes. It was as if he were a painting. 

Even if he was holding a cheap and ordinary coffee cup, it did not diminish his nobleness. 

“Why didn’t I notice that… in the past?” Rosalie wondered.