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

Yulissa Blackwell, ran over and helped Rosalie up. “Rosalie, are

around her ankle that had been grazed by the

massage it. That will help to ease the swelling,” said Yulissa. Then, she began cursing the wicked scooter rider

back to her rental home. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a figure sitting

the man

her body seemed to have dispersed. It turned out that all she wanted was just someone who would

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

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

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your leg” he asked knowingly.

Rosalie said nonchalantly. However, her expression shifted every time

his thin lips slightly. “Why don’t you apply it now?” he said as he reached out and

obvious even when the swollen

pulled the sock down, the bruised lump around her ankle

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

her foot from Jonathan’s

a moment, the air

the pain relief gel?’ he

box on the

when Jonathan suddenly scooped her up and carried her to the

the side of the bed, he rested her injured right foot on his leg and removed her socks and shoes. Next, he gently pressed on the bruised

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

her teeth