The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 554

Chapter 554 

When Jonathan was asleep, it was as though his sharp edges had all disappeared. He didn’t give off a sense of oppression. Instead, he looked like a beautiful angel, making people inevitably wish to draw close to him. 

However, his brows were still creased, making him look fragile. 

“Fragile?” Rosalie exclaimed inwardly. 

Rosalie then burst into laughter. Just as she was about to wiggle out of his arms, his hand fumbled in her direction in a seemingly unconscious manner. He grabbed the four fingers of her right hand. 

Stunned, Rosalie wanted to pull her fingers out of his hand, but it only made him grip them tighter. It was like he desperately wanted to protect something precious in his hand and refused to let go. 

Words eluded her, and Rosalie mused to herself, “After such a long time, I still can’t get myself out of here. Am I really going to have to sleep with him on this bed for a night?” 

She tried a few more times. Still, she couldn’t pull her hand out of his. At the end of it, she wondered whether he was truly asleep. 

However, he never opened his eyes or did anything else. 

Therefore, she could only comfort herself by thinking, “It’s not like I’ve never slept in the same bed with him before.” 

After hesitating briefly, Rosalie snagged the quilt from the side and draped it over them both. Then, she tried to put as much distance between them as possible, huddling against the edge of the other side of the bed. 

She had thought it would be difficult for her to fall asleep in the same bed with Jonathan, but in reality, she fell asleep shortly after and slept until the next morning. 

When she opened her bleary eyes, it took her a while to adapt to the glaring sunshine. 

“What time is it now? Where am I?” Rosalie wondered soundlessly. She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling in a daze and tried to raise her hand to rub her eyes out of habit. 

All of a sudden, she stiffened, sensing that the fingers of her right hand were in someone’s grasp at that moment. As soon as she turned her head, Jonathan’s face entered her line of sight, and the memory of last night flooded her mind. 

“I… I spent the entire night here!” she shrieked internally. 

Rosalie slowly sat up, sensing that her right hand in Jonathan’s grasp had already gone numb. 

Fortunately, his grip was no longer as tight as it was last night. With a little force, she managed to pull her hand out of his fingers. 

On the heels of that, he could seemingly sense it. A low grunt escaped him. However, he didn’t open his eyes. He remained asleep with his eyes closed. 

Rosalie hurriedly got up. She was going to leave when she realized the abnormal flush on Jonathan’s face. 

His face was very red, an abnormal red. 

Moreover, his hand that held hers earlier was seemingly scorching. 

“Is this because he’s slumbering deeply, or is he sick?” she mused. She hesitated momentarily, then lifted her hand and placed it against his forehead. 

In a flash, a searing heat burned her palm. 

It was scorchingly hot. 

Rosalie was shocked. “He… He’s running a fever, and his temperature is seemingly quite high!” she fretted soundlessly. 

However, she didn’t have a thermometer at that moment, let alone antipyretics. 

“Jonathan!” she hurriedly shouted, trying to wake him up. “A-Are you still conscious? Wake up!” 

Jonathan’s eyelashes quivered slightly. After she had called out to him several times, he finally opened his eyes slowly, his gaze landing on her face. 

“You’re running a fever! Is there any antipyretic or the like in the house? Or can you quickly contact someone to take the hospital?” she said. 

Jonathan slowly sat up. Looking at her, he questioned, “Why didn’t you take this opportunity to leave?” 

“Will I be able to leave this house?” Rosalie asked in return. 

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The corners of Jonathan’s mouth lifted, and he smirked. However, it carried a sense of fragility due to his fever. You’re right. You can’t leave this place without my consent!” 

“Come on! Is this the time to say something like that?” Rosalie griped inwardly. 

Aloud, she pressed, “Do you have any medicine? Your temperature is pretty high, so you need to take medicine now!” She felt it was probably because he got drenched in the rain last night. 

“No,” Jonathan replied placidly. 

“Where’s your phone, then? Contact Carlos, your secretary, and have him drive you to the hospital,” Rosalie urged. 

“I don’t need to go to the hospital.” Frowning, Jonathan added, “It’s just a fever. I will be fine in a day or two.” 

“Even if you don’t go to the hospital, have Carlos buy some antipyretics at least,” Rosalie asserted. 

Jonathan pursed his thin lips and didn’t say a word. Instead, he flipped off the quilt on him and got out of bed. 

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of taking medicine?” Rosalie said casually. 

Unexpectedly, Jonathan stiffened and looked at her with an unnatural expression. His face, which was already flushed, seemed to reddened even further. 

Rosalie was stunned. She exclaimed soundlessly, “For real? Is he really scared of taking medicine? But I remember buying him gastric medicine in the past. At that time, he wasn’t afraid!” 

“So, do you love me?” Jonathan asked out of the blue. 

Rosalie blanked out. She didn’t understand why he suddenly asked that question, but she still replied, “No.” 

Jonathan’s eyes dimmed slightly. A derisive smirk curved his lips. “If you don’t love me, why are you pretending to care about me? Since I’m running a fever now, you’d finally get some peace.” 

“Then, why don’t you let me go so that I can really have peace?” Rosalie retorted.