The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 614

Chapter 614 

As expected, the car stopped, and Jonathan got out of it. When he saw Rosalie, he stopped in his tracks, and his eyes fell on 

her. 

“I-I have something to ask you,” she said. Since last night, she hadn’t taken a sip of water. At this moment, her mouth was so dry. 

“Are you looking for me? Do you have a short memory, or do you not take my words seriously? Yesterday I told you not to show up in front of me again, yet you came here on purpose today,” he said in a sarcastic tone. 

Rosalie strode forward and grabbed Jonathan’s arm tightly. “I know you don’t want to see me again, but… I’m begging you to lend me 400 thousand dollars. I will pay back the money with interest. I really need the money!” 

“400 thousand dollars?” He frowned slightly. Her so-called request was really unexpected to him, and the mocking look in his eyes intensified. “What? It’s just 400 thousand dollars. Did Calvin refuse to give it to you and that’s why you have to come 

to me?” 

Rosalie’s face turned pale all of a sudden. The colors were drained out of her face. Her lips trembled, but she didn’t say a word for a long time. 

He looked at her calmly and said, “It seems that I’m right. Calvin really refused to give you 400 thousand dollars.” 

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pulled her hand away from his sleeve bit by bit. “But why do you think I would lend you 400 thousand dollars? Do you think there is still a relationship between me and you that I would lend you 400 thousand dollars?” 

Her hand was pulled away from his arm. 

“Rosalie, it was you who asked me to let go of you and disregarded my feelings for you. Yesterday, you said that you didn’t regret it! In that case, you don’t have to beg me for anything. The fact that you can still stand in front of me like this is already my greatest kindness to you!” He walked right into the building as if he didn’t want to look at her any longer. 

Rosalie stood there in a daze, her face full of bitterness. 

Rosalie mused, ‘Was he kind? Yeah, I suppose so. I disregarded his feelings thoroughly back then and embarrassed him to the 

extreme. 

Now, it is indeed his kindness that I can still stand like this! 

It’s just… Wh 

will happen to Lillian without the 400 thousand dollars? She needs it for surgery and her stay at the ICU ward. Will she really have to wake up without a home? 

Even if they really sell the Quinn residence, will it be enough to pay Lillian’s medical expenses?’ 

Rosalie felt her heart sink as she thought of that. 

In the CEO’s Office, Carlos looked at Jonathan’s gloomy face and felt nervous. 

No one had expected Rosalie to come to Jonathan early this morning. 

Carlos didn’t know what Jonathan was thinking. If Jonathan had no feelings for Rosalie, then yesterday, Jonathan would have ignored Rosalie instead of dragging her into the CEO’s Office. 

Carlos said tentatively, “Mr. Youngblood… Ms. Leighton is still standing outside the building.” 

“If she wants to stand, let her,” Jonathan said coldly. 

Carlos suddenly stopped talking and wondered if Jonathan had stopped caring about Rosalie. However, he was shocked by Jonathan’s following words. 

“Go and find out why she wants to borrow 400 thousand dollars,” Jonathan said. 

“Got it,” Carlos hurriedly answered and walked out of the office. 

In the huge CEO’s Office, Jonathan was left alone. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the figure who was still standing in front of the building. 

Looking down from his point of view, he could only see some faint black spots, but he could still recognize her from the black spots. 

It was strange. He kept telling himself not to care about her anymore, yet he couldn’t control himself. 

He was worried at the thought of her pale and haggard face and her frail body. 

“What am I worried about? What’s there to worry about?” Jonathan said to himself in his heart. “Rosalie came here just because Calvin didn’t want to give her 400 thousand dollars. I’m just her second choice.” He chuckled to himself. “Have I been reduced to second best? If I was an ordinary person who couldn’t even get 400 thousand dollars, I’m afraid she wouldn’t come to me at all, let alone look at me again! I can’t even be regarded as second best! Ugh, I shouldn’t worry it anymore!” However, her figure, appearance, and plea constantly appeared in his mind. Then a throbbing pain came from 

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