The Lucky Wife novel Chapter 350

Rose held Jay’s hand and put it on her face.

Josephine’s pupils dilated as she looked at Jay with horror in her eyes.

If her big brother could tolerate it this time, she would eat her foot for breakfast.

Jay was not furious. Instead, he gave her his remaining fingers, caressing her beet-red face.

He asked tenderly, “Do you know whose hand this is?”

“I know,” Rose mumbled.

“Jaybi.”

Josephine let out a scream, “Ah!”

She covered her mouth and gazed at Jay, terrified.

This was Jay’s forbidden nickname.

There was a woman who called him that way back then. In the end, her reputation was utterly ruined by her big brother and she took her own life.

Rose. Loyle. Was. Doomed.

Still, Jay’s cold eyes slowly became warm. A soft smile appeared on his face.

“Rose, come home with me,” Jay said affectionately.

Suddenly, Rose was struck with some sort of mania. She let go of Jay’s hand and pulled at her hair in madness as she wailed sorrowfully.

“I have no home!

“I have no home.

“I’m a b*stard. I threw my home away.”

Rose slumped to the ground, went on her knees, and proceeded to slap herself. “Grandpa, I was wrong. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have loved him. I regret it now.”

Jay stood there like a statue.