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The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 341
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Chapter 341

Rosalle stepped forward and quietly looked at her grandmother lying in the coffin. She knew that this was the last

time she saw her grandma. This kind old lady gave her a lot of love after she lost her mother, making her childhood

happy.

Rosalie put the flowers in her hand gently in front of Wilma’s coffin and said goodbye to Wilma in her heart.

When Wilma’s body was cremated, Rosalie didn’t go over. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to stand the

scene of her grandmother’s body being cremated.

Jon, Grandma left me after all, Rosalie murmured. “There is one less person in this world who truly loves me and

treats me well.

Jonathan looked at Rosalie and said, “I won’t leave you.” He would always be with her.

“I know you’ll never leave me. And I… I’ll never leave you as well,” Rosalie said. He always reassured her when she

was restless and uncertain.

Wilma’s ashes were put in an urn after cremation.

The Lopez family buried Wilma in their ancestral grave in the village. In the past, people lived in villages nearby and

Lopeza could be buried here after death.

Rosalie respectfully bowed three times in front of her grandma’s tombstone.

According to the custom of their hometown, at the burial, if the deceased was a senior, the younger generation

needed to kneel down and kowtow in the end.

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When Rosalie stood up after kowtowing, she was surprised by what she saw.

Jonathan also bowed to the tombstone three times. Then he knelt down on both knees and respectfully kowtowed

to Wilma.

The Lopez family were all shocked. With Jonathan’s identity, he must’ve never kowtowed to anyone except for the

ancestors of the Youngblood family.

He must’ve really loved Rosalic.

Fiona’s face changed again, and she secretly made up her mind. One day, she would let Calvin care about her like

this.

After the funeral, Rosalie said to Jonathan, “Thank you.” She had a lot to say, but in the end, she only said these two

words.

“No need to thank me. She’s your grandmother,” Jonathan said. He had investigated Rosalie and naturally knew

how much Wilma had influenced Rosalie and how Wilma had protected Rosalie when she was a child.

The cars of the Youngblood family were already waiting at the door of the Lopez family. Several black luxury cars

were parked in rows.

When the driver saw Rosalie and Jonathan, he immediately got out of the car and opened the door respectfully. A

bodyguard who got out of another car took a trench coat and replaced Jonathan’s black suit.

“Let’s go,” Jonathan said to Rosalie.

Rosalie nodded. There was no need for her to stay here anymore since her grandma’s matter had already been

settled.

At the gate of the Lopez family, a row of people watched Jonathan get in the car holding Rosalie’s hand, and then

witnessed the luxury cars drive away. They felt like they were watching a movie.

They couldn’t believe Rosalie, a woman who had been in prison, could have such kind of luxury car to pick her up.

And this was even better than Fiona’s treatment.

They wondered who Rosalie’s boyfriend was exactly.

In the car, looking at the scenery outside of the window, Rosalie hummed and her beautiful and melodious singing

echoed in the car.

Jonathan raised his eyebrows slightly. After Rosalie finished singing, he asked, “What’s this song?”

“Coino La Flor, an old song,” Rosalie said. “My grandmother liked this song very much. She was the one who taught

me how to sing it, and I used to sing it when I was a child. But at that time, I didn’t quite understand the meaning of

the lyrics. The older I am now, the more I understand the meaning of the lyrics.”

“It’s indeed a good song,” he said.

“Yeah, but grandma can’t teach me to sing songs anymore,” she murmured, looking tired.

These days, she only slept for 3-4 hours every day. She spent most of the time beside her grandmother’s coffin or

busy with the funeral. She didn’t have time to sleep well at all.

If you’re tired, have some sleep out the way back I’ll take two man

Rosalie agreed and Jonathan helped her adjust her seat to a suitable angle for a nap.

She leaned her head against the back of the seat, closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep

Jonathan stared at her sleeping face. After a while, he took out a silver bracelet from his arms.

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This silver bracelet was exactly the same as the little silver bracelet that Calvin had always carried with ham. They

were a pair.

One was in Calvin’s hands, while the other was in the box of belongings left by Wilma to Rosalie

Before Wila was hospitalized, she had asked a good friend to keep it. She only said that if she passed away, the

things in it should be left to Rosalie.

Wilma was just an old lady in a small town, so there wasn’t anything valuable in the box. It only had some jewelry

that Rosalie’s mother once left wuh Wilma in it. And Wilma had added some of her own jewelry and left it to Rosalie

And this little silver bracelet was also in it, looking incompatible with those jewelry.

But Jonathan took the bracelet first. He was afraid that Rosalie would think too much again if the saw it. If it really

reminded ber of something related to Calvin, that would be the last thing he wanted.

Now, Fiona had replaced Rosalie and was found by Calvin. It should be the perfect end of this matter

Jonathan gently stroked the cold silver bracelet. And his long eyelashes covered the plot in his eyes.

He always resorted to any means to achieve his goals, and he never felt that there was something wrong with it.

However every time he faced her trusted eyes, he would feel guilty as if even breathing were gradually becoming

difficult.

“Rosalie, don’t blame me.” he said these words silently, wrapping the silver bracelet tightly in his palm….

“Did

you get caught by a bad guy? Then I’ll take you away. Don’t let the bad guys catch you again.” This childish voice

seemed to belong to her when she was a kid. No, it was her voice.

The girl, who looked eight or nine years old and was wearing a floral skirt, was exactly her