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?”

turned green, and Carlos drove

Rosalie up. “Rosalie, are you all right? Do you need

teeth and examined her injury. Her skin didn’t tear nor bleed, but the 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

Don’t forget to do that, and make sure to massage it. That will help to ease the swelling,”

Rosalie limped back to her rental home. As soon as she entered the door,

the man

that all she wanted was just someone who would wait for her at home. It didn’t matter that the house was small and

gently. “You must be hungry. I bought two sets of

room and place the boxed meals on it. Then, she turned around to the sink to wash the vegetables before cooking the

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your leg” he asked knowingly.

some pain relief gel later,” Rosalie said nonchalantly. However, her expression shifted every time she took a

as he reached out and pulled

he saw a noticeable lump. It was obvious even when the

sock down, the bruised lump

care and that he could remain indifferent even if Rosalie’s leg were broken. Yet for some reason,

I’ll be fine after applying the pain relief gel Rosalie awkwardly tried to pull back her foot from Jonathan’s hold, but his fingers firmly held onto her

the air was filled with silence.

the pain relief gel?’ he asked

the medicine box

out a cry of surprise when Jonathan suddenly scooped her up and carried her to the bed. After placing her

of the bed, he rested her injured right foot on his leg and removed her socks

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

her teeth without