The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469 

Jonathan was naked, with a bath towel around his waist. His hair was wet and some water was dripping from it. 

Seeing Rosalie in the room, Jonathan smiled and said, “Here you are.” 

“Yeah.” Rosalie looked away uncomfortably. 

“What’s wrong? Are you embarrassed?” Jonathan walked up to Rosalie. “Aren’t you going to help me dry my hair? I remember the first time you took me to your rental room, you volunteered to dry my hair after I took a shower.” 

“You are too tall. It’s inconvenient for me to dry your hair. You should do it your…” 

Before Rosalie could finish her words, Jonathan bent down and said, “Well, how about now?” 

Rosalie was startled by the sudden proximity to Jonathan’s face. When Rosalie turned her head, she couldn’t help but meet his eyes. 

Jonathan’s eyes seemed to have some kind of magic, which made it hard for Rosalie to look away. 

Then Jonathan put a dry towel into Rosalie’s hands and said, “I like you drying my hair.” 

Rosalie held the towel stiffly, covered it on Jonathan’s head, and began to wipe his wet hair. 

The towel blocked Jonathan’s gaze, which made Rosalie feel less pressured. 

In fact, Rosalie also helped Jonathan dry his wet hair many times after she lived in the Youngblood residence. 

Despite doing the same thing now, Rosalie was in a completely different mood. 

After his hair was dried, Jonathan stroked the bangs on his forehead. “It seems that my hair has grown a little bit. Why don’t you help me trim it?” 

“Sorry, I don’t know how. You can get a professional hairdresser,” Rosalie subconsciously refused. 

Jonathan smiled and said, “Aren’t you the one who hates lying most, Rosie? Didn’t you help me trim my hair when we were at the rental home?” 

Rosalie held her breath, thinking that Jonathan was going to make her repeat all the things she had done back at the rental home. 

At this moment, she regretted doing too much back in the rental house. 

“But there are no tools here.” She could only find other excuses. 

However, Rosalie was speechless when he asked the housekeeper to bring a complete set of tools for professional hairdressers. 

She didn’t know how to use the many tools that were brought to her. 

Therefore, she could only help him trim his hair with the most basic comb and ruler. 

When her fingers ran through his slightly wet hair and the scissors began to trim it, she suddenly had a strange feeling. 

It was as if she had gone back to the old days when she helped him dry his hair, and then he sat in a chair obediently and let 

her trim his hair. 

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that the scissors slipped from her hand and were about to poke Jonathan’s neck, but he managed to catch it with two fingers. 

“What now? Are you trying to kill me, Rosie?” Jonathan looked at Rosalie in the mirror and asked. 

“I-I’m sorry. I was distracted just now,” said she.. 

“Really?” Jonathan murmured. The scissors had fallen into his hands in an instant. 

He looked down at the scissors in his hand with a cold look on his face. He actually had the urge to give his life to her even if she really wanted to kill him at that moment earlier. 

He thought, “How could this happen?” 

He never intended to give his life to any woman. He thought that only he himself could decide whether to live or die. He thought, “Wasn’t this what I was afraid of when I broke up with her? But why do I still have such an idea after breaking up. with her?” 

“Jonathan, I really didn’t want to kill you.” His silence made her misunderstand. “Even if I broke up with you, it was sad and painful at the beginning, but all this has passed. I won’t kill anyone because of a breakup.” 

He frowned unconsciously. She was explaining, but when he heard her say “All this has passed”, he felt an ache in his heart, which made him uncomfortable. 

“Have 

you never thought about killing me?” He turned his head and looked at her. 

“Yeah,” she replied. 

“So, you don’t want me to die?” he continued to ask, looking directly at her eyes as if he wanted to see through her completely. 

His question sounded ambiguous. “-I don’t want you to die,” she said. Even if she broke up with him, she didn’t want him to die or anything like that. What she wanted was just for both of them to part ways amicably. 

But now, it seemed that even this was difficult to achieve.