The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252 

Rosalie felt her face burning again when she recalled what happened last night. 

She was awake now, but she didn’t open her eyes. She was afraid the situation would be too embarrassing if she did so and saw Jonathan. 

“Besides, what shall I say to him when I open my eyes so I won’t feel embarrassed?” she pondered. 

Rosalie began to consider these questions. 

But before she could decide, a voice addressed her. “Are you awake? If you’re awake, there’s no need to keep your eyes closed. Maybe… Are you afraid of seeing me?” 

Rosalie’s body quivered, and she snapped her eyes open immediately. An exquisitely handsome face came into her sight. It was Jonathan! 

Supporting himself with his hands propping at the edge of the bed, he leaned toward her, and his face came very close to her face. She felt his gentle breath lightly caressing her face. 

She could even count his eyelashes at such a short distance. 

His long and dark eyelashes, which complemented his gorgeous eyes, were something that even women would be jealous of. When she met his gaze, she inadvertently recalled the endless allure and mesmerizing charm his eyes had displayed last night. They were fatally seductive and expressed a desire to devour her then. 

“What are you thinking about?” he suddenly asked her. 

Rosalie was flustered, and her face was red. “N-Nothing…” she blurted. 

She put on her clothes quickly and was about to get out of bed, but he stopped her by saying, “Wait a second.” 

Next, she saw him lowering himself before her. With a knee on the ground, he squatted there and carefully put on her socks 

for her. 

Last but not least, he put her slippers on for her and headed to the bathroom with her in her arms. 

“Ah, what are you doing?” Rosalie asked blankly. 

“Aren’t you going to wash up?” Jonathan asked. 

She finally understood his actions, but her reply didn’t vocalize. “Mm… Okay. I see.” 

After entering the bathroom, he carefully put her down and ensured she could stand firmly on her own two feet. He told her, “Grab me if you can’t stand.” 

“Oh,” she answered in a low voice. Lifting her gaze, she looked into the mirror. 

The mirror reflected their figures. She saw him lowering his head and squeezing toothpaste onto her toothbrush in the 

mirror. 

Rosalie pondered, “I think what I’m experiencing right now is the feeling of being protected and cared for by another person.” 

“All done.” He handed the toothbrush to her. “I can help you if you can’t brush your teeth.” 

“No. I-I can do this myself.” She quickly lowered her head and began brushing her teeth but didn’t notice that he was staring at her in the mirror. 

Darkness surged in Jonathan’s eyes. His fixated gaze on her was full of infatuation. He murmured silently, “You… You finally fell in love with me. You’re mine now. But this is not enough… It’s far from enough!” 

His face went nearer and nearer and finally pressed against her hair. The scent of her hair filled his nostrils. “Please love me more. Love me until you can’t leave me. Okay?” he whispered. 

This was his greatest wish…. 

When Rosalie finished brushing her teeth and washed her face, her cheeks had gone red completely. 

But when she was about to brush her hair with a wooden comb, he grabbed the comb in her hand abruptly. “Let me brush your hair.” 

She froze for a second. “But…” 

“Don’t worry. I won’t ruin your hairstyle.” He beamed as he took the comb. He then began to brush her hair gently. 

His movement was very gentle as if he was polishing his favorite treasure. 

As he focused on her hair, she pondered involuntarily, “How many people in this world could receive such gentle treatment from him?” 

Somewhat dazed, Rosalie looked at herself and Jonathan through the mirror in front of her. 

Her face was still scarlet at this moment. Nevertheless, her eyes and expression spoke of a shy but blissful happiness, while he had a loving smile on his lips. He wore a tender and kind countenance, which could make any woman fall in love with him. 

Running his slender fingers through her hair, he combed slowly and rhythmically until he gathered them in one hand and then tied it up with a hair tie. 

“Let me brush your hair from now on, okay?” he murmured softly.