The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396 

No, it shouldn’t be described as blank. The last page contained a photo of hers. 

It was a picture of her in a floral dress, one he had found beautiful and asked for as a keepsake. She hadn’t anticipated that he would place the photo in his album. 

And then, she discovered that beneath the original location of the album, there was a small silver bracelet. 

However, her attention had been solely on the album, neglecting this bracelet. 

Rosalie’s chest suddenly tightened as she thought, ‘Isn’t this the bracelet that Calvin had always carried with him? Why is it with Jon? 

No… This bracelet is not Calvin’s!’ 

Rosalie abruptly picked up the small silver bracelet. It shared the same style and 

Ze as Calvin’s, but it was more oxidized, with a slightly darkened surface. Calvin’s bracelet was brighter, likely because he frequently rubbed it with his fingers. 

Then this bracelet… All of a sudden, Rosalie thought of the jewelry box her grandmother had left her. 

She hadn’t found the bracelet that was supposed to match the one worn by Calvin in that jewelry box. ‘What if… the one in front of me is that bracelet? 

But why would it be in Jon’s room?’ she wondered, suddenly feeling uneasy as if happened before. 

And only Jon could provide her with the answers to this mystery. 

ething she wasn’t aware of had 

With the silver bracelet in her hand, Rosalie left the room and headed downstairs. Just as she reached the first floor, she heard a commotion outside. 

Rosalie hastened forward and saw a woman seemingly trying to force her way inside. However, she was being held back by several servants, with Jonathan and Carlos standing in front of her. 

“Mr. Youngblood, I apologize. I didn’t expect her to suddenly break in here. I will handle it!” Carlos said. 

At that point, Rosalie recognized the woman being restrained by the servants. She was Robin, the doctor who had performed hypnotherapy on her in the past. 

But at this moment, Robin, who happened to be facing Rosalie, immediately shouted upon seeing the latter, “Ms. Leighton, tell Mr. Youngblood that I really didn’t hypnotize you!” 

Rosalie was instantly stunned, feeling as if her mind had exploded. 

She wondered, ‘Hypnosis? Jon? 

Why does Robin want me to tell Jon that? Does Jon know her? I’ve never even told him about the hypnosis. I always claimed I had a headache.’ 

The mysteries continued to multiply. 

Rosalie stared at Jon’s distant figure in a trance, watching him slowly turn around. His handsome face was adorned with a familiar smile as he gazed at her tenderly. “You’re awake. I’ll have the servant bring your breakfast out in a while. Eat something.” 

Jon approached, gently caressing the hair by her cheek and casually instructing Carlos behind him. “Handle this matter.” 

“Yes, Mr. Youngblood,” Carlos responded briskly, swiftly arranging for Robin to be escorted out of the Youngblood residence. 

‘I didn’t expect Dr. Erickson’s sudden intrusion, and the most troublesome part is that Ms. Leighton witnessed the scene. 

If Mr. Youngblood settles the scores later, things will be bad for me. At that thought, Carlos shivered involuntarily before glancing at Robin, who had quieted down. 

‘It seems like Dr. Erickson came to the Youngblood residence and caused such a ruckus out of fear. Is she scared of losing her job, so she’s hastily proving that she never hypnotized Rosalie? 

This explanation feels too simple. After all, I only arranged for Dr. Erickson to go abroad for a conference and have a vacation back then, he pondered. 

Carlos’ expression changed at that. Having been around Jonathan for so long, he naturally understood a principle-when things deviated from the norm, there must be a hidden truth. Perhaps he needed to thoroughly investigate the matter. 

Meanwhile, in the Youngblood residence, Jonathan smiled at Rosalie. “Come, let’s have breakfast first.” 

“Jon, what happened just now?” Rosalie stood there instead of following him to the dining area. 

“As you saw, a doctor you consulted with before came here and caused a scene,” he casually explained. “I’ll arrange for another good doctor to help with your headaches.” 

He attempted to take her hand and lead her to the restaurant, but she stood firm. 

“Do you know Robin? Do you know that I visited her clinic for hypnotherapy?” Taking a deep breath, Rosalie voiced the questions swirling in her mind.