The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291 

At that moment, she found herself in a situation that made her both amused and perplexed. 

Yet, quietly observing him on the side was also a gratifying experience. It was something she had never imagined-her and him, spending time together in such a manner. 

In his office, he was completely absorbed, swiftly reviewing the documents in his hands while continuously annotating 

them. 

It was clear that his speed in reviewing was remarkable, and concurrently, he occasionally gave instructions for follow-up tasks to the senior on the other end of his computer. 

As Rosalie watched Jonathan in this state, a sense of admiration suddenly washed over her. People often said that men were at their most charming when they were engrossed in their work, and it appeared to be true in this case. 

Everyone knew that Jonathan was the reigning titan of the business world, due to his association with the century-old powerhouse, the Youngblood family. However, no one was born to be great; even with the Youngblood family’s support, if he was not hard-working enough, he would still fail to maintain his position at any time. 

The current position of the Youngblood family and his standing were the result of his tireless work. 

Rosalie’s gaze settled on the side profile of Jonathan’s face. From her view, she could see his well-defined nose, distinct facial. contours, alluring lips, and unwavering jawline. 

In this moment, his eyelids were half-lowered as he remained focused on the documents in front of him. His long eyelashes cast a captivating shadow on his eyelids. 

His eyes were truly striking, and when those eyes met hers, it was as if they were shimmering with a multitude of emotions, inviting an irresistible urge to keep looking. 

“I like your eyes,” suddenly, this phrase flashed through her mind! 

Rosalie felt for a split moment a daze, and there came a faint headache. Had she uttered these words to someone before? 

In that moment, Calvin’s tearful eyes flooded her thoughts. 

Oh my, why was she thinking of Calvin? Rosalie vigorously shook her head, attempting to dispel these thoughts of Calvin from her mind. 

“What’s the matter? Why are you shaking your head?” Out of nowhere, a voice suddenly sounded. 

Rosalie looked up and found that Jonathan had, unnoticed by her, moved over from his desk. 

“Nothing,” she bit her lip slightly, not wanting to mention the matter of Calvin. After all, Calvin had clearly been intoxicated tonight, and he likely had no recollection of his actions. 

Moreover, it seemed that Calvin had mistaken her for someone else. 

Besides, the Gunner family and the Youngblood family had a good relationship, and Calvin and Jonathan had apparently been childhood friends. She didn’t want any real friction to arise between them. 

Rosalie thought, “Just treat tonight’s events as if they had never occurred.” 

Rosalie decided to hide it from Jonathan. 

However, Jonathan evidently wasn’t satisfied with her response. He arched an eyebrow slightly and used his finger to lift her chin. “Nothing? Really?” 

His dark eyes seemed to peer straight through her. 

“I was just thinking… You probably don’t cry very often,” she struggled to concoct a plausible explanation. 

But now, the more implausible the explanation, the more he seemed inclined to accept it. He couldn’t help but smile. “Why, do you want to see me cry?” 

How was she supposed to respond to that? If, one day, he did cry, then she would… Rosalie’s heart suddenly experienced a piercing sensation. 

She didn’t really want to witness him cry. It was just that even resilient men like him had their vulnerable moments. Whenever he mentioned his parents, it made her feel like he was as delicate as glass, a little more pressure, and he might shatter completely. 

“If you want to see me cry, I will,” he said, his voice echoing once again in the air. 

She stared at him in astonishment, her face filled with disbelief. Did he just say… he would cry? 

“What’s going on?” He smiled slightly. 

“You said, you…” 

“If you want it, I’ll do it. I’ll do my best to fulfill whatever you desire,” he said, slowly leaning in, his handsome face magnifying in front of her. 

Rosalie gazed at the face so close to hers, her reflection shimmering in his dark pupils. He was smiling but was spelling his words with a serious tone as if once she uttered her “yes”, he would genuinely cry and shed tears. 

“Do you want that?” His voice whispered in her ear once more, like the sweetest of endearments. 

Rosalie shook her head and replied, “I don’t.” 

Her answer seemed to bring a hint of confusion to his eyes. “Why not?” 

“Because it would break my heart. If you cry, it means you’re very sad, and I don’t want to see you unhappy,” she said.