The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 636

As he spoke, Jonathan turned his gaze to Rosalie once more. “I’m afraid your cousin Fiona won’t end up well then.

What about you? Do you want to help her?”

“No,” Rosalie said curtly.

“Just because she set Lucas up?” he asked casually, but his beady eyes never missed the slightest change in

expression on her face.

“That’s part of it,” Rosalie said frankly. “I’m no saint. I won’t help those who frame me or even innocent people

again and again. As long as Fiona bears my identity, she won’t feel at ease and would want to deal with me. I have

already considered the consequences the moment I told Calvin the truth.”

“Innocent?” Jonathan scoffed. “Do you really believe that Lucas is innocent? You’re a lawyer, aren’t you? Shouldn’t

you trust the evidence instead? Now, all the evidence points to Lucas.”

“I do,” Rosalie said calmly. “Evidence is nothing more than how things appear, anyway. If you read too much into

these appearances, it may lead to the wrong conclusions. Isn’t that true with my case?”

Jonathan’s eyes flashed. He fell silent.

Her old case was a pain in his heart.

“Besides, Lucas is a good person,” Rosalie continued. “He’s simple and kind, and he shouldn’t have been framed

like this. Besides, it was because of me that Fiona set him up. I have to win this case for him no matter what it

takes. Even if he loses, I will continue to appeal and find compelling evidence for him!”

“Since you want to win this case for Lucas no matter what it takes, how about I help you?” Jonathan offered.

Rosalie was stunned. She appeared a little nonplussed. “Hasn’t he been cold toward Lucas all this time?” she

thought. “Why does he want to help him now?”

Seeing the doubt in her eyes, he raised his eyebrows. “Why won’t you believe me?”

“It’s not that.” She shook her head. “Now that he offered,” she thought, “I’m sure he’s going to help. It’s just…”

Then, she admitted aloud, “I’m curious as to why you are willing to help Lucas.”

“Think of it as me wanting to spare you some worry for your baby’s sake.” Jonathan looked away. “If I lose the

case,” he thought, “I’m afraid the guilt toward Lucas will eat her up. Even if she didn’t love Lucas, I wouldn’t want

her to feel guilty for another man.”

“Can you do me another favor?” Rosalie asked.

“Are you trying to find out where Callum is and why Lillian was so seriously injured?” he said as if already knowing

what she was going to ask.

“Yes. I want to know who hurt Lillian!” She gritted her teeth when she heard the latter half.

“All right,” he agreed without hesitation.

She blinked, not having expected him to agree so easily. “You will?”

“You don’t want my help?”

“No, it’s just…” She was surprised by how easy it was.

“Since you said you would be a good wife and would stay with me for the rest of your life, think of this as your

reward,” he said as he held her right hand and caressed her ring finger as if contemplating something. “I can give

you whatever you want, Rosalie, but you cannot have any other men in your heart!”

Stunned, she met his earnest gaze.

“I don’t care if you hate me, blame me, or even… have residual feelings for me, but I will be the only man in your

heart from now on!”

His voice rang coldly through the carriage, with a kind of authority that could not be rejected.

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Fiona came all the way to Calvin’s villa with a swollen face, intending to complain about it. Most importantly, she

wanted to tell Calvin that Rosalie had married Jonathan.

That was the only good news that she received after the beating she had endured.

She was confident that in doing so, Calvin would likely fall out of love with Rosalie. At the thought of Rosalie

marrying Jonathan and becoming a rich woman, however, her heart seared with jealousy. Unexpectedly, the

security guard stopped her when she turned up outside the villa.

“Mr. Gunner is not yet home,” the security guard announced.

“I can wait for Calvin inside even if he isn’t home yet. He has never stopped me from entering before.” Fiona said

haughtily, taking her anger out on the guard.

“That was before. Yesterday, Mr. Gunner gave us an order not to allow you to step in here again, Ms. Haberly,” the

security guard replied.

Fiona was shocked. “How is that possible?”

“If you don’t believe me, you can ask Mr. Gunner yourself, Ms. Haberly,” the security guard said.

“I came here to look for Calvin because I couldn’t find him anywhere!” Fiona thought, vexed. She was also stopped

outside when she went to Calvin’s office earlier. Worse still, Calvin did not answer her call.

Fiona gritted her teeth. “I’m going in anyway. What are you going to do?” she said arrogantly. “If you dare to stop

me, don’t even think about coming to work again. I will tell Calvin, and you’ll lose your jobs at once!”

Just when Fiona was about to barge in, the guard blocked her and called the police.

Fiona was stunned. “How dare you call the police?”

“Since you

calmly.

insist on trespassing, Ms. Haberly, I’m afraid you leave me no choice,” the security guard said

Fiona clenched her jaw. Her face, already swollen from the beating, looked particularly ferocious at the moment.

“Just you wait! I’ll have you all gone soon!”

In the midst of her tirade, she failed to notice a figure not far away, clicking madly on the shutter of the camera

pointed at her from the shadows.

That night, a trending topic appeared online. [Mr. Gunner’s Woman-Beaten Up?]

Clicking on the link revealed an unpleasantly unflattering photograph of Fiona’s swollen face outside Calvin’s villa.

The comments below were varied with various speculations. Some of them guessed that it was Calvin who had

beaten Fiona up.

Fiona’s face contorted with fury when she saw the trending news about her. “A photograph like this is a stain on my

life,” she thought, anguished, “and I fear people would use it to mock me even if I become a successful actress in

the future!”

Thus, she hurriedly called her agent and asked him to remove the post.

However, the agent replied helplessly, “I can’t. There are too many people fanning the flames!”