The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 560

Chapter 560 

“I will care for her for the rest of my life!” Jonathan thought determinedly. 

Meanwhile, Levi was sent back to the Sabatini family. Calvin rushed to the Sabatini family as soon as he got the news. 

“Mr. Sabatini, where were you taken today?” Calvin’s face was filled with anxiety. 

Levi looked at Calvin and couldn’t help but sigh, thinking, “This is the first time I’ve seen this boy so him for so many years. And the reason for his apprehension must be…” 

He questioned out loud, “You’re anxious about Rosalie, aren’t you?” 

Calvin’s pupils contracted abruptly. “So you really went to treat her hand today?” he asked. 

after knowing 

“Yes. This is the first time I was ever brought somewhere while being blindfolded.” Levi stated. “There is a man who stayed with the young lady. I think his surname is Youngblood. Is he Jonathan?” 

Calvin pursed his thin lips. “Yes, it’s Jonathan.” 

“Looks like you’ve found yourself a rival,” Levi remarked, contemplating the situation. “Calvin’s head over heels for Rosalie. No matter who captures her heart, it’s going to be a tough battle for him,” he thought. 

Calvin asked, “Do you know where you were taken?” 

“I was kept in the dark throughout the journey. The car must have traveled for about 20 minutes, and I was brought to a manor with a touch of history. The interior exuded a serene and traditional style, and the structures seemed far from new. The entire manor seemed quite spacious, but I only caught a glimpse of one corner,” Levi recalled. 

Calvin’s brows furrowed as he heard about the aged manor. “Mr. Sabatini was snatched from the clinic. There are many potential places that are just a 20-minute drive away. Plus, the captors might have deliberately taken a detour to avoid being caught,” he pondered. 

“How was Rosie when you saw her?” Calvin inquired after a brief pause, his voice tinged with timidity as if fearing unwelcome revelations. 

“Nothing extraordinary. But… Jonathan seems to care a lot about her. Are you seriously going to compete with Jonathan for her?” Levi inquired, an unusual moment of him being nosy. 

“If it’s Rosalie, then I will,” Calvin responded with unwavering certainty. 

Armed with valuable leads from Levi, Calvin wasted no time in his departure. These clues might hold the key to finding Rosalie. 

Meanwhile, as Rosalie slept in a hazy state in the dead of night, she had the same haunting nightmares of her prison days. Her body felt as if it were being relentlessly kicked, each blow sending waves of pain coursing through her. 

Despite her continuous pleas, it seemed to make no difference. The duration of this pain was uncertain, leaving her to wonder, “Am I going to die in jail? And who will be sad for me if I die?” 

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed, calling out to her. “What’s wrong, Rosie?” 

‘Who is it? It sounds so familiar! 

Who is it? 

Who’s here to save me?’ Rosalie, caught in the throes of her subconscious torment, sought desperately for the source of the voice. 

“Ah!” Rosalie snapped awake, her body jolting upright from the bed. 

“Another nightmare? Must I endure these haunting dreams again?” she mused, panting. 

As she gasped for breath, a velvety voice suddenly sounded in her ear. “What did you dream of?” 

Rosalie snapped her head up, and there was Jonathan, his face coming into view. 

“Nothing!” she stammered, “It’s so late. Why are you in my room?” 

“I couldn’t sleep,” Jonathan confessed, raising his hand with a tissue to gently wipe the sweat on her forehead. “You sweated more tonight than when you were being treated during the day. Did you just dream about prison?” 

Rosalie’s body tensed, a mix of shock and disbelief evident in her eyes. “He… knew?” she exclaimed inwardly. 

“When you drifted off a moment ago, I caught bits of what you said,” he shared. He had guessed what she was dreaming 

about from her fragmented words, and that left him feeling more remorseful while he witnessed her vulnerable and pained expression in slumber. 

Rosalie responded with a bitter smile as she reminisced about the past when he was feverish, and she had overheard him calling out to his parents. This time, roles were reversed. 

“I dreamt about my time in prison. It used to be a recurring nightmare, but it’s much better now,” she casually mentioned. 

Jonathan’s lips tightened, and he abruptly questioned, “Did you start sleeping with the light on after we broke up?” 

Rosalie stayed silent. She had been able to sleep in darkness in the Youngblood residence back then, but after their separation, light became a necessity for her to drift into slumber. 

Without the comforting glow, sleep eluded her. 

Though Rosalie didn’t answer, Jonathan discerned the response from the expression on her face. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.