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 forward.

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

her 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

and make sure to massage it. That will help to ease the swelling,” said Yulissa. Then, she began cursing

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

man stood up and

out that all she wanted was just someone

smiled gently. “You must be hungry. I bought two sets of boxed meals today. We can have

replied and watched her hobble to the only small table in the room and place the boxed meals on it. Then, she turned around to the sink to wash the vegetables before

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what’s wrong with your leg” he

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

as he reached out and

lump. It was obvious even when the swollen part

sock down, the bruised lump around her

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

gel Rosalie awkwardly tried to pull back her foot from

the air

pain relief gel?’ he

in the medicine box on the bedside

Jonathan suddenly scooped her up and carried her to the bed. After placing her down, he took

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

it was merely an external injury. Jonathan then squeezed some pain relief gel onto his palm and began massaging

her teeth without making a sound