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 drove

Blackwell, ran over and helped Rosalie up. “Rosalie, are you all right? Do you need to go

area around her ankle that had been grazed by the electric scooter was swollen. “It’s okay. I’ll put on some pain relief gel when I

help to ease the swelling,” said Yulissa. Then, she began cursing the wicked scooter rider who didn’t

her rental home. As soon as she entered the

the man stood

to have dispersed. It turned out that all she wanted was just

of boxed meals today. We can have our dinner once I

her hobble to the only small table in the room and place the boxed meals on it. Then, she

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your leg” he asked

scratched it. It’s no big deal. Ill apply some pain relief gel later,” Rosalie said nonchalantly. However, her expression shifted every time she took a step, and there was even a layer of sweat forming on her forehead.

don’t you apply it now?” he said as he reached out and pulled her over. Next, he pulled up

was obvious even when the swollen

down, the bruised lump

thought he wouldn’t care and that he could remain indifferent even if Rosalie’s leg were broken. Yet for some reason, his

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

a moment, the air was

gel?’ he asked all of

box on the

Rosalie let out a cry of surprise when Jonathan suddenly scooped her up and carried her

he rested her injured right foot on his leg and removed her socks and

had mentioned, it was merely an external injury. Jonathan then squeezed

she only gritted her teeth without making a sound at