The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284 

No matter how much they loved each other, it had nothing to do with her. 

Amelia thought she must have forgotten about Warren. 

What she wanted only was to protect her son and her family! 

After Rosalie left the diner, her heart was heavy. Jonathan asked her when they returned to the Youngblood residence, “Are you still thinking about Aiden?” 

Rosalie nodded her head. “Amelia didn’t want to be found by Warren. She had always told Aiden that his father was dead. I didn’t think it would be a good thing if Warren found Amelia and discovered Aiden was his son. Besides, Warren is now engaged. If I were Amelia, I would avoid him and never see him again.” 

Jonathan frowned at her words. Rosalie didn’t mean it, but he took this to heart. 

“Is it because he put Amelia in jail?” Jonathan asked. Although he asked casually, only he knew how nervous he was when he asked this question. 

“Yes,” Rosalie replied firmly. 

Jonathan’s heart fluttered as if it was going to stop beating. 

“What if I did the same thing? Will you stay away from me and never see me again?” Jonathan asked abruptly. 

“You?” Rosalie asked, looking at Jonathan in confusion. “You are not Warren. How can I answer it?” 

“It’s just a hypothetical. You used to promise me you would forgive me no matter what I did. Would you forgive me if I did the same thing as Warren did?” Jonathan said. 

Rosalie thought about it carefully seeing his serious expression and then shook her head. “Maybe not. After all, there are some things in this world that can be forgiven, while others cannot.” Therefore, whether a person should be forgiven or not depended on what he did. 

Jonathan’s hands twitched suddenly, and his heart missed a beat. His heart sank as if it fell into a bottomless ice abyss. 

He dragged her into his arms all of a sudden and held her tightly. “I don’t care even if you can’t forgive me, as long as you promise not to leave and refuse to see me no matter what happens in the future!” 

Jonathan hugged Rosalie so tightly. He could put up with her loath and hatred, but he couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing her again. 

He wondered if he could bear the pain of loss or go crazy if he never saw her again. 

He loved her far more than he thought. 

Rosalie felt suffocated being hugged tightly by Jonathan. “Jon, what happened? You haven’t done anything wrong. Why did you ask me to forgive you?” 

“Promise me, okay?” Jonathan insisted. 

Rosalie felt out of breath. If she didn’t agree with him, she would probably be suffocated. “B-But why?” she asked. 

“Because I’m afraid that I will never see you again. I’m afraid you will never see me if I do something wrong,” he murmured. 

If that was the case, his life would be hopeless. 

Rosalie thought, “Really? Will he be afraid of losing me?” She was taken aback. She slowly raised her hands and wrapped them around Jonathan’s waist. 

Jonathan suddenly shook his body as if he couldn’t believe that she would hug him. 

“Okay, I promise,” Rosalie said gently. Her words soothed his uneasy heart. 

He lowered his head and looked straight into her eyes. “Really? Aren’t you lying to me?” 

“Of course not,” she blurted out. She didn’t believe Jonathan who loved her so much would do such a thing to hurt her. 

He was not Warren. She was confident that whatever happened to Warren and Amelia would not happen to them. 

“Then tell me that you love me, and you will never refuse to see me,” Jonathan demanded in a hoarse voice, his bright eyes full of attachment and longing for her. 

Sometimes, his gaze would take her by surprise as if she were his entire world. 

How much did Jonathan love her? Rosalie had doubted his love for her at first, but she was now assured of it. 

“I love you,” she whispered, stroking his cheek with her hand. She didn’t understand why he was scared. Was he insecure because of his early childhood? If that was the case, she wanted to dispel fear for him. “So I couldn’t bear not seeing you,” she added. 

After letting a sign, Jonathan lowered his head and kissed her lips. 

His lips were a bit cold, different from her warm lips. 

Sometimes, the colder he became, the more greedy he would be for warmth. Like this moment, he kissed her deeply and passionately, thirsty for her warmth as if he wanted to carve himself into her soul. 

Jonathan didn’t break the kiss until Rosalie was out of breath. The next second, he picked her up in his arms and walked towards the bed. 

He set her down gently on the bed and gazed at her with tenderness, his elbows propping up on both sides of her body. Then he gently took her hand in his, pressing her palm against his cheek.