The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 740

Chapter 740 

Every word spoken by the two men at that moment found its way into Rosalie’s ears, causing her to feel a sense of absurdity. She couldn’t help but wonder why, even though she should have been privy to the truth, it now rested in someone else’s hands to decide whether to reveal it to her. 

“Jon…” The word slipped softly from her lips, barely louder than her usual voice, yet it had the power to freeze the two men in the hall downstairs in their tracks. Almost simultaneously, both men lifted their heads and directed their gazes toward Rosalie. 

Shortly after, their expressions underwent a profound shift. Calvin was overwhelmed by worry and regret; he had never intended for his words to be overheard by others. Jonathan shared the same thought, which was why he had instructed all the housekeepers to vacate the main house. 

It was to ensure those words remained a secret. 

But as fate would have it, sometimes the more you feared something, the more likely it was to come to pass. 

Jonathan gazed at Rosalie in disbelief, his face now pallid, as if his entire blood supply had frozen the moment he heard the name “Jon.” 

“Jon… Jon…” 

Once, he had cherished hearing her address him that way, but now, he dreaded it just as much. 

He had taken precautions to keep those words a secret from the housekeepers and even the butler, but he had failed to anticipate her presence! 

He had assumed she would still be asleep for a while, not waking up so early. He had completely overlooked the possibility of her early awakening. 

“Why? Why am I so careless? Why can’t I make such a simple prediction? Is it because I know that Calvin must have learned the truth about the case years ago, and my heart is in turmoil, causing my thoughts to become chaotic and making me overlook the obvious?” Jonathan cried out in his heart. 

He longed to return to his usual self, to address her with the same tone, voice, smile, and warmth. 

However, in reality, his entire body seemed to tremble, and every sound felt as if it was stuck in his throat. Uttering even a single syllable had become an immensely challenging task. 

Rosalie held onto the stair railing with one hand, descending the steps slowly. The stairs, once so familiar, now felt like stepping on clouds, light and ethereal. With each step she took, Jonathan’s complexion grew even paler. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs and stood before him, his face had drained of all 

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color, and even his lips bore a grayish hue. 

His appearance, coupled with what she had just overheard, left Rosalie with a crystal-clear understanding of the truth. 

Yet, she took a deep breath, her bright eyes gleaming. “Tell me, is what Calvin said just now true?” 

Jonathan’s lips quivered. He opened his mouth, but words failed him. 

“Is it true that Yvette was the murderer all those years ago?” Rosalie pressed on. Finally, Jonathan’s throat produced a sound. “Rosie, I-I can explain, I…” His voice, usually refined and warm, now sounded as rough as if it had been dragged over gravel. 

“Was it Yvette?” Rosalie asked with unyielding determination. 

He remained silent, his gaze meeting her eyes, and finally, the word “yes” escaped his thin lips. 

“You’ve known the truth all along, but back then, because of the deal with the Hamilton family, you… chose to remain silent, didn’t you?” she continued asking. His lips quivered even more, and every question she posed felt like a searing blade, ruthlessly piercing through him, as if he were undergoing torture. 

What’s even more disheartening was that the suffering he was enduring was a consequence of his own actions, and he was unable to find any justification for himself! 

“Yes or no? Answer me!” She raised her voice, her demeanor growing increasingly agitated. 

“Yes,” he replied. “But Rosie, at the time, I-” 

“Jonathan, how could you do this? For the sake of your interests, you let an innocent person go to jail? And… you knew what the Hamilton family did to me in there, didn’t you?” Yet, he had chosen to turn a blind eye, to let it all happen. 

At first, Rosalie had assumed that Jonathan believed she was the true culprit in the car accident, which was why he had behaved in that manner. 

But now she came to realize what a great joke she had turned herself into. 

He had known the truth from beginning to end, knew her innocence, and knew she had been grievously wronged. Yet, he had done nothing, not even shown a hint of compassion. 

“I’m sorry… Rosie, I’m so sorry…” Jonathan kept apologizing, trying to reach out to 

embrace her. 

But she forcefully pushed his hand away. “I’m sorry… So, for you, a person’s entire destiny can be reduced to a mere apology. Do you realize that I almost died in that prison? How could you lie to me like this, how could you… keep this from 

me…” 

Rosalie suddenly furrowed her brow, her hands clutching her pregnant belly as 

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waves of pain radiated from her abdomen, causing her to panic.