The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83 

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Rosalie went back to her rental home, looking disheveled. From the day she left on New Year’s Eve to today, it had just been a few days. But it seemed like she had experienced a lifetime in those few days. 

Looking at the narrow and tiny rental home, it felt like there was a coldness in the air. Rosalie couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Front now on, she would be staying here alone again. 

No one would accompany her, chat with her in the dead of night, or call her Rosalie with a smile anymore! 

She took a change of clothes, washed off her mess first, and then began to 

an up t 

the house. 

Although Jonathan had only stayed at Rosalie’s place for a short while, he had left many traces of him in the room. The plate, cutlery, towels, toothbrushes, clothes, and shoes he had used… 

She sorted out all these things one by one and finally put them all into a cardboard box. 

“Why don’t I just throw them away? These things will only eat up space if I leave them like this, thought Rosalie. But she would rather keep it like this. It was ridiculous, the way she still missed the days she had spent with Jonathan. 

Jon was obviously just an illusion. It was just someone fake that Jonathan had created. But… her feelings for Jon were true! Rosalie was so happy when she had Jonathan in her life as if she could finally no longer be alone. 

Rosalie finally picked up the unfinished gloves she had put on the bedside. She originally thought of waiting until after the New Year before finding time to continue and finish the gloves and letting Jonathan wear them. But now… There won’t be a chance anymore for her to finish the gloves. 

Rosalie threw the gloves, the needles, and the woolen yarn into the cardboard box. Then she sealed the carton with tape and put it in the corner of her house. 

“In the future, I will still have to live alone. Jon was just one of my dreams,” Rosalie told herself. 

That night, she didn’t turn off the light but fell asleep with it on. In the past, when she had just left prison, and there was no Jonathan, she had slept with the lights on because the darkness reminded her of her time in jail. 

But later, after Jonathan started living with her, without realizing when it happened, she realized she could fall asleep without turning on the lights. 

And now this habit had to be brought back. 

In the evening. Rosalie called Lillian and told Lillian she had returned to her rental home. 

“Will you be at the rental home tomorrow? I’ll come and see you,” Lillian said. 

“Yes, I will be here,” said Rosalie. “It seems that I have no other place I can go to except for the rental home, thought Rosalie. Rosalie couldn’t sleep the whole night. Anytime she closed her eyes, all she could see was Jonathan’s face. There seemed to be a smell of blood in her mouth that could not be dispersed. 

She gargled many times that night, but the feeling of having blood in her mouth was still so clear. 

The following day, Lillian came to Rosalie’s rental home. Seeing Rosalie looking tired, Lillian asked hurriedly, “I just saw the news this morning. I heard that after you left the hospital, you were besieged by some people at the hospital entrance. Are you hurt?” 

Rosalie shook her head and said, “I only looked slightly disheveled. I didn’t get hurt.” 

Looking at the self-mockery on Rosalie’s face, Lillian felt angry and heartbroken. The people who had besieged her and were hurling abuse at her didn’t know anything. How could they treat an innocent person in that manner? They felt heartbroken that Rosalie clearly was not drunk that night, yet she was convicted of driving under the influence. The physical evidence and the confession of those witnesses were something they still couldn’t understand to date. “Those people are honestly too harsh. Who are they to treat you like that? Why do they get to stand on the moral high ground and criticize others? They don’t even know anything,’ said Lillian angrily. 

Rosalie replied calmly, “None of this is a big deal for me.” 

Lillian thought of the wounds on Rosalie’s body and couldn’t help sighing. After Rosalie was released from prison, Lillian saw those injuries on her friend’s body. There were many old wounds as well as some new ones. Although Rosalie never told Lillian what had happened in jail, Lillian could more or less guess what had happened. 

“I’m afraid Rosalie had suffered a lot in prison, thought Lillian. 

“Is Jon really Jonathan?” asked Lillian, wanting to change the topic. 

“That’s right. Rosalie nodded. 

“But… Since he is Jonathan, how could he pretend to be a vagrant and stay with you at this rental home for so long?” asked Lillian. She couldn’t figure it out at all. “It cannot be that Jonathan has a fetish, right? thought Lillian 

This was all just a game for him,” said Rosalie bitterly. When Rosalie had heard Jonathan say this himself, she had felt a sense of suffocation. 

Jonathan, who had been so kind to her, would warm her hands for her, wait for her, and listen quietly to her complaints. But it was just the illusion he created as a game. How ridiculous it was, but how realistic it had seemed! 

Just a game?” repeated Lillian in confusion. 

“Yeah. Rich people like them probably feel bored with their lives, so they want to play a game to kill time,” said Rosalie in a 

low voice 

Lillian didn’t know how to comfort Rosalie for a moment. She knew that what Rosalie hated and feared the most was deception.