The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 475

Chapter 475 

Looking at her alarming reddened and swollen condition, he felt like something was stuck in his chest and found it difficult to breathe.. 

Just now, when he opened the door and saw her hands tied up, her cheeks red and swollen, and lying there in a mess, he had a sudden urge to kill. 

The person he had meticulously cared for was treated this way by someone else! 

Rosalie bit her lip, but she didn’t scream. After all, she was used to not yelling out in pain because she knew even if she did, it would be useless. 

Jonathan didn’t say anything more. Instead, he opened the cap and applied the ointment to her wounds. 

Other than her face, she was kicked a few times, too. 

“I’ll do it myself,” she said. 

“You can’t reach those on your back,” he pointed out. 

“But…” 

“If you’re embarrassed, I’ll apply it to your back with my eyes closed. After all, the doctor’s diagnosis report showed the approximate position,” Jonathan reasoned. 

Rosalie was stunned. Before she could react, he had already walked to her back, closed his eyes, and then reached out his hand to lift her clothes. 

“Ah!” she exclaimed. And then she heard him say, “Don’t move. If you move, I can’t find the right place anymore.” 

Rosalie instantly froze. 

The next moment, she felt his fingers touching her back. 

The place he touched happened to be somewhat painful at this moment. The ointment prescribed by the doctor contained mint, so she felt a cooling sensation on her back. 

But inexplicably, she felt her back getting hotter and hotter, as if her blood was rushing toward the area his fingers touched. 

After the ointment was applied, Rosalie’s skin seemed to be tinged with pink. 

She hurriedly pulled down her clothes. “That’s… That’s enough.” 

Then, Jonathan slowly opened his eyes. His long eyelashes lifted like a hand fan, complimenting his beautiful eyes. It was as if he could capture a person’s heart just by looking up. 

Putting the ointment on the table, he said, “You’re hurt, so don’t go to the office tomorrow. Take a few days off.” 

“No way. It’s not that I can’t walk. There are a lot of things to do in the office,” she said hurriedly. 

She was just a lowly assistant. How could she ask for leave and have it granted immediately, let alone take a leave for several days? 

She would, at most, attract some attention if the swelling on her face hadn’t gone down by tomorrow. 

“Is that so? Do you really have to go to work?” he asked. 

“Everyone else will be going to work. If I don’t go to work, then the work I’m handling has to be done by others, increasing their workload,” she explained. 

“Okay, I understand,” he replied suddenly. 

“What did he understand?” Rosalie thought. She was a little confused. 

However, at night, Rosalie received a call from the receptionist in the firm informing her that the next day was a day off. 

“Day off?” Rosalie was stunned. It wasn’t a festive holiday or an anniversary of any sort tomorrow. 

“Yeah, it’s a day off. It was a notice from the higher-ups, but they didn’t say why. They only said they’d give us three days off first, and then they’ll see how it goes afterward,” the receptionist explained. Although the days off were strange, their salaries would be paid as usual. After all, who wouldn’t like a vacation? 

After ending the call, Rosalie looked at her phone blankly and somehow felt it might be related to Jonathan. 

She wondered, “Is it because he wants me to rest at home, so he ordered the whole firm to go on a vacation? Is that possible? To just make me rest, he did all that? But… If not, why did the firm have three days off without any reason?” 

After washing up, Rosalie lay on the bed. After the medicine was applied to her injuries, it didn’t hurt so much. When she closed her eyes, she felt like she could see what had happened today again. 

When Jonathan appeared in front of Rosalie, Rosalie was completely relieved. To her, it was like in this world, there was 

another person, other than Lillian, who would protect her this much. 

However, the man who would protect her this much didn’t love her. 

The game of love between Jonathan and Rosalie was over, but when would the game of make-believe family end? 

Alas, no one could tell Rosalie how long it would take. 

Meanwhile, in a big room, Jonathan looked at the two bodyguards coldly with their heads down in front of him. Carlos looked helpless at the moment. 

“Is that how you do your job?” Jonathan’s cold voice in a sharp tone made Carlos tremble suddenly. 

Carlos thought, “Mr. Youngblood… is angry! He’s really angry!” 

The two bodyguards were silent, and fear flashed across their faces.