The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 585

Chapter 585 

Jonathan looked at her expressionlessly and then said, “Pluck his nails.” 

“No!” Rosalie rushed up to Jonathan. 

She knew that the most important thing she should do at that moment was to leave there and stay out of that matter, but perhaps that scene reminded her of the moment when she had her nails pulled out in the past and the pain that ensued. 

At that time, no one helped her! 

As a result, she could only be subjected to the agony. 

He lifted his charming eyes and rested his cold gaze on Rosalie. 

When her eyes met his gaze, she shivered again. His gaze was too cold and icy. 

It was like a bottomless cold pond. The longer she looked into his eyes, the colder she felt. 

“No?” Jonathan slowly stood up and looked at her coldly. “What right do you have to say no to me?” 

Her body trembled. The person in front of her was not Jonathan she had known before, let alone Jon! 

Now, he was Mr. Youngblood from Strico, and she was nothing but an insignificant ant in his eyes! 

“In your opinion, is pulling out someone’s nails something effortless for you, and you can do so as you please?” Rosalie took a deep breath. 

Her face was pale under the light, and her body was still trembling slightly. Nevertheless, she continued to stare into the eyes of the man before her. 

Jonathan narrowed his eyes, giving off an intimidating vibe. 

Alan hurriedly stepped forward and said, “By the way, when I brought Rosalie here, I asked her about their relationship with Calvin. She said that they had nothing to do with each other. The video online was just a misunderstanding.” 

Jonathan said lazily, “Alan, did you bring her here today to tell me about this?” 

Although Jonathan was asking Alan, he kept staring at Rosalie. 

Alan could only smile awkwardly. 

Jonathan said, “Then you’d better remember not to bring her to me again. Don’t even mention her name in front of me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for disregarding our years of friendship!” 

Alan thought, “In the past, Jonathan would never say something like that because of a woman. Now, Jonathan sounds like he is extremely disgusted with Rosalie. Is there really no hope for Rosalie now? But on the other hand, doesn’t this mean that Rosalie still holds an important place in his heart?” 

At that moment, a woman in the waitress uniform stepped forward and said, “Mr. Youngblood, I really appreciate your standing up for me, but there is no need to affect your friendship between you and your friends for an insignificant person 

like me!” 

The waitress held her right hand with her left hand, and the index finger of her right hand was wrapped in gauze. The white gauze was seeping with blood. 

Jonathan turned around and said to the waitress, “If I don’t think you are an insignificant person, you are not an insignificant person.” As he spoke, he held her right hand. “Does your finger still hurt?” 

His cold voice, and although it was just an ordinary inquiry, it made the waitress look flattered. The others around her looked at her with envy. 

They thought, “Jonathan has a crush on her! This is even more enviable than winning the first prize in the lottery! This is the exact representation of achieving the pinnacle of life with a single turn of events!” 

The waitress was so excited that she stammered shyly, “It’s much better now.” 

Jonathan said, “Since this man was going to pull out your nails just now, let’s pluck out all his nails now.” 

“If you had not come to my rescue in time, my nails would have been pulled out, Mr. Youngblood. But I think he must have recognized his error now. Mr. Youngblood, why don’t you spare him?” the woman said in a pitiable manner, looking kind and innocent. 

Such a woman could easily arouse men’s fondness and desire to protect her. 

Hearing that, Rosalie was shocked, and her body shuddered. 

She suddenly felt like she was a joke. It turned out that the man kneeling on the ground was a perpetrator, and the woman in waitress clothing with her finger injured was the victim. 

She thought, “Is Jonathan seeking justice for this woman?” 

Rosalie looked at Jonathan, who was interacting with the waitress in a trance. From her point of view, what she saw now was his profile. 

He had a chiseled jawline, and a straight nose, His thin lips were moving, seemingly talking to the waitress. 

What he had told her before flashed through her mind. “I’ll seek justice for you.” 

Later, he helped her turn over the case and sought justice for her. 

And now, he was helping another woman get justice. 

She gently lowered her eyes and told herself that everything had nothing to do with her. At that moment, what she needed to do was just leave quietly. 

At that moment, another man barged into the private room and ran toward Rosalie. “Are you okay?”