The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 290

It was… Calvin!

He was wearing a white shirt and beige trousers, looking a bit casual. His blonde hair seemed to be slightly messy. The cold moonlight shone on him and didn’t reflect his delicate features too brightly.

But at that moment, Rosalie felt Calvin was a little different from usual. In his black eyes on her, there was not the usual indifferent feeling, but rather a hint of vagueness.

His eyes made Rosalie uncomfortable as if he was looking at something through her.

As Calvin walked closer to Rosalie, she felt the smell of alcohol hit her.

“Did you drink?” Rosalie asked subconsciously. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Yes, a little.” Calvin chuckled and looked at her more intently.

Rosalie pursed her lips and said, “It’s late, so I must go back. Bye.” With that, she was about to leave.

But when she just took a step, Calvin suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.

Rosalie fell into a broad embrace at once. The strong smell of alcohol was much worse than what she had just felt during her standing.

She thought, “He must have drunk a lot! How much wine did he drink?”

“Let go of me!” Rosalie shouted.

But Calvin still held her tightly. “Tell me how can I find you? I’ve been looking for you for a long time, but I can’t find you! I can’t find you…”

Rosalie shuddered. She wondered in her heart, “Did he mistake me for someone else? So those words were not meant for

me.”

“Mr. Gunner, let go of me first. You’re drunk,” Rosalie said, but his arms held her so hard that her struggle was useless.

At such times, the difference in strength between men and women became apparent.

“Drunk? I wish I was really drunk. Do you know how much I want to get drunk?” Calvin murmured with a trace of broken hoarseness in his cold voice.

“I don’t care who you’re mistaking me for. You’d better let go of me quickly, or else—”

“Or what?” Calvin looked down and put his face close to hers. The tips of their noses almost touched.

Calvin’s breath enveloped Rosalie, and the strong smell of alcohol gave her a sense of danger.

If Calvin was in a normal state, she might be able to communicate with him. But how could she communicate with a drunk man?

Rosalie frowned, “Mr. Gunner, behave yourself.”

Hearing this, Calvin changed his face. “Behave myself? I’ve been… behaving myself too much… So I gave up without even any fighting. Why aren’t you her?”

If Rosalie was “the woman”, he could go all out to fight for her, confront Jonathan and even do more for her.

“Why aren’t you her?” Rosalie didn’t know who Calvin was talking about, but when Calvin put his hand on her face, her hair stood on end and she had goosebumps.

A sense of danger was around her.

“If only I hadn’t let go of your hand at that time. On this day of that year, you carried me down the hill… You said you will protect me… and let me not be afraid…”

Calvin’s cold and choking voice sounded in the night breeze. His eyes were red and tears fell down his face.

Rosalie was stunned because she never expected Calvin to cry before her. The man, who had always brought a sense of alienation, coldness, and nobility, inexplicably gave her a familiar feeling at the moment.

His tears were as if she had been…

Suddenly, she had a headache like a pinprick…

“Do you know? I miss you so much… I miss you so much…” Calvin murmured, and his lips almost touched Rosalie’s as his face got closer to hers.

A clear slap sounded in the night.

Rosalie panted slightly. Her right palm was a burning pain. It was obvious that she just slapped Calvin very hard.

As Calvin’s face was slapped to one side, the air around him seemed to have frozen.

There was a deathly silence.

After a long time, Calvin turned his head slowly and fixed his eyes on Rosalie. But now, his eyes become much clearer from the vagueness before.

Calvin slowly loosened the grip of his fingers on Rosalie and turned around without saying a word. Then he staggered away and got into a nearby car.

Only now did Rosalie press her hand against her dull aching head.

She wondered, ‘Why did I have a headache at the sight of Calvin’s tears just now? It was as if I had been stimulated by something, and in my heart, a sad feeling gushed out at that moment.

Why… why was I so sad? Just like a physical instinct, I didn’t want to see Calvin’s tears!

Even Rosalie couldn’t tell why she was in such a mood.

Now in another dark corner not far away, Loretta gritted her teeth and cast Rosalie’s back a fierce and resentful look.

Loretta followed Calvin to that small town and looked at him standing blankly by the hill like a fool for several hours.

She almost stood with him until she was going to fall due to sore legs.

Later, Calvin went to a restaurant in the town and drank wine. Loretta had never seen him drink like that. One glass after another, he was trying to get himself drunk.

At that time, she was secretly happy and thinking that it might be an opportunity for her if he got drunk.

She could find a chance to approach him and might do something intimate with him.

But Loretta didn’t expect that Calvin would come here for Rosalie.

And just now… he almost kissed Rosalic!

She thought, ‘Why… He didn’t know that Rosalie was the little girl in his painting. Why did he do this to her?

Rosalie already had Jonathan, but she even got entangled with Calvin!

If I couldn’t keep Calvin one day, I would let Rosalie pay for it!’

Loretta swore with a distorted face.

At night, Rosalie cupped her cheeks and looked at Jonathan who was still working in the room.

When he was working, she had to be by his side. The reason was that he would not feel tired with her around.