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?”

red light ahead turned green,

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

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

to ease the swelling,” said

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

the man stood up and said.

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 that the house was small and shabby.

two sets of boxed meals today.

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

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Chapter 9

what’s wrong with your leg” he

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

now?” he said as he reached out and pulled her

It was obvious even when the swollen part was hidden

down, the bruised lump around her

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

tried to pull back her foot from Jonathan’s hold, but his fingers firmly held

a moment, the air was

relief gel?’ he asked all

medicine box on

suddenly scooped her up and carried her to the bed. After

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

Jonathan then squeezed

but she only gritted her teeth without making a