The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 9

After leaving the hospital, Carlos asked, “Mr. Youngblood, do you want to go back to the manor or…

“Head back to the western district,” Jonathan said calmly.

Rosalie’s rental home was in the western district. Carlos didn’t know how long Jonathan planned to stay in that tiny rental home.

At a traffic light intersection on their way to the western district, Carlos suddenly said, “Mr. Youngblood, Ms. Rosalie Leighton is on the roadside.

Jonathan looked over and saw a figure sweeping the garbage by the roadside.

She was wearing fluorescent workwear, and her hair was tied in a simple ponytail. Due to the cold weather, every breath she exhaled came with white fog.

Just then, an electric scooter sped over, seemingly rushing to catch the green light. It passed by Rosalie and grazed her leg, causing her to tumble.

However, the driver of the electric scooter didn’t even bother stopping and proceeded to cross the road.

Both Jonathan and Carlos watched the scene unfold before them.

“Mr. Youngblood, should we find out who the driver is and hold him accountable? Carlos asked. He believed that Jonathan still cared about Rosalie. Since Jonathan had stood up for her previously when she was plied with drinks and slapped in the club, Carlos thought Jonathan would naturally do the same this time.

As Jonathan fixed his gaze on Rosalie, who was on the ground, Leonard’s voice suddenly sounded in his mind again. “Remember what you said today. Never become like him…”

“I will never care about a woman like Dad. It’s just a game. Besides, I’m not Jon. Why would I care about a sanitary worker named Rosalie?” he thought.

Jonathan looked away and spoke indifferently. “It’s none of our business.”

Carlos was stunned. He wondered, “Was I wrong to think that Mr. Youngblood cares about Rosalie?”

light ahead turned green, and Carlos

over and helped Rosalie up. “Rosalie, are you all right? Do

bleed, but the area around her ankle that had been grazed by

the swelling,” said Yulissa. Then,

her rental home. As soon as she entered

the man stood

the coldness surrounding her body seemed to have dispersed. It turned out that all she wanted was just someone who would wait for her at home. It didn’t matter

be hungry. I bought two sets of boxed meals today. We can have our dinner once I finish cooking soup.

on it. Then, she turned around to the sink to wash

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Chapter 9

what’s wrong with your leg”

pain relief gel later,” Rosalie said nonchalantly. However, her expression shifted every time she took a step, and there was even a layer

thin lips slightly. “Why don’t you apply it now?” he said as he reached out and pulled her over. Next, he pulled up her trouser

even when the swollen part was hidden in Rosalie’s sock.

down, the bruised lump around her ankle

could remain indifferent even if Rosalie’s leg were broken. Yet for some reason, his chest felt stuffy and uncomfortable

relief gel Rosalie awkwardly tried to pull back her foot from Jonathan’s hold, but his fingers firmly held onto her ankle, rendering her

air was filled with

he asked

medicine box on

her to

on his leg and removed her socks and shoes. Next, he gently pressed on

bone seemed fine. As she had mentioned, it was merely an external injury. Jonathan then squeezed some pain relief gel onto his palm and began massaging

but she only gritted her teeth without making a sound