The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546 

“Yeah, we have broken up.” He said in a low voice, “Breaking up with you is the biggest regret in my life, so I won’t let myself regret it again.” 

He wanted to make her fall in love with him again and love him so much that she couldn’t leave him. 

In the evening, Rosalie sat on the couch in the room and looked at that purple floral gown in her hand. 

That gown had been torn from the neckline to the sleeve. It would be hard to restore it to its original state even if she mended it. 

Looking at the torn gown that was once perfect, Rosalie felt somewhat unhappy. After all, that could be considered a gift from Calvin to her. 

Even if Calvin didn’t know that the little girl was her, and even though he had unintentionally given her that gown, it seemed like a series of coincidences made the childhood promises between them realize one by one. 

Rosalie bit her lips slightly, then got up and walked to the cabinet, where she took a sewing kit. 

When she was bored earlier that day, she looked around the room carefully and unexpectedly spotted the sewing kit. 

That sewing kit looked somewhat old, containing several needles and an ancient yet exquisite thimble. Although the silk threads in there had faded a little, they were strong and wouldn’t break easily. 

“Did someone living in this room in the past leave the sewing kit? It should be a woman because the thimble fits my finger,” she thought. 

However, Rosalie was not used to wearing a thimble, not to mention her finger was slightly deformed, which would be more inconvenient to wear a thimble. 

Rosalie held a small ball of purple thread, took a needle, and began to mend the gown. 

Although the gown was torn and could no longer be worn, it was still a promise and a gift from her childhood, and she wouldn’t let it remain in a mess like that. 

Rosalie treated each stitch with great care as if she were stitching up her childhood promises. 

At that moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Jonathan walked in. His deep eyes suddenly narrowed when he saw the gown Rosalie was mending. 

“Didn’t you say you don’t love Calvin? Why are you still mending the gown he gave you?” He said with obvious jealousy in 

his tone. 

Rosalie had also mended Jonathan’s clothes in that small rental home, but now she was mending the gown given by Calvin. “What is she thinking? Is she thinking about Calvin?” When Jonathan thought of that, he felt a tightness in his chest as if it was weighed down by something. 

“It’s just a gown,” Rosalie replied. 

“Even a gown is not okay.” Jonathan bent over and stared at Rosalie. “It’s impossible between you and Calvin. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have forgotten him for so many years, and he wouldn’t have gotten the wrong person and mistaken Fiona for you.” 

Her expression changed slightly. 

He smiled softly and said, “You said that Calvin missed you, but he mistook someone else for you so easily. How much did he miss you then? He can give you this gown today, and he can also give it to Fiona another day, isn’t it?” 

His smile was tinged with a hint of playfulness and ridicule as if he was telling her that the gown in her hand was meaningless. 

Rosalie gently lowered her eyes and looked at the purple gown in her hand quietly. Then, she continued to mend it without saying a word 

The faint smile on his lips gradually disappeared. “Stop it,” Jonathan said. 

But Rosalie seemed to not hear it and continued with what she was doing. 

Jonathan’s eyes became darker, and the feeling of jealousy became more intense. It was as if there was only that gown, or Calvin, in Rosalie’s eyes at that moment. 

“I told you to stop!” Jonathan snapped. The next moment, he forcefully snatched that purple gown from Rosalie’s hand. “Ah!” Rosalie let out a low cry. The needle in her hand stuck in the index finger of her other hand, and bright red blood began to gush out from the wound. 

The needle pricked quite hard, and the blood flowed rapidly. In just a moment, a lot of blood had gushed out from her slender finger. The bright red blood flowed along her fingertip and dripped on the dark floor. 

Seeing that, Jonathan quickly threw away the gown in his hand and crouched down to hold Rosalie’s hand. He put 

her 

bleeding finger into his mouth and sucked the blood from her fingertip. 

Rosalie was dumbfounded. She felt warm and moist at her fingertip. Waves of heat enveloped her finger, and her fingertip became increasingly hot. 

She looked at Jonathan in a daze as he lowered himself in front of her. He crouched and knelt before her, and his long, thick eyelashes half-covered his lowered eyes, with a conspicuous worried look on his face. 

He was worried about her.