The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 153

Rosalie’s face blushed involuntarily. Subconsciously, she wanted to turn her head away.

But in the next moment, his fingers gently tilted her chin. “Rosie, it seemed like you were observing me quite attentively just now. Why? Do you find me attractive?”

Her breath caught as she pondered, “How should I respond to this? Handsome or not handsome? It seemed like neither answer would be a good choice!” Rosalie felt her cheeks growing warmer. She longed to avert her gaze, but his eyes were inescapable.

The housekeeper beside her, though she sensibly kept her head down and avoided looking at the unfolding scene, couldn’t help but feel shocked just by listening to their conversation.

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The housekeeper thought, “Mr. Youngblood does treat Ms. Leighton differently. Could it be true what some are saying, that Ms. Leighton might become the wife of the heir of the Youngblood family? But… Wasn’t Ms. Leighton a sanitary worker in the Environment and Sanitation Administration before? Could it be possible for Mr. Youngblood to marry such a woman?”

At night, Rosalie lay in bed, struggling to fall asleep. She looked at her fingers wrapped in gauze, lit by the moonlight streaming through the window. Jonathan had been diligently changing her dressings in the past few days.

He was far more attentive to her than Zachary, who was in love with hier back then. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned.

If he were not Jonathan, perhaps she would have really been in love with him.

After all, there were few women who wouldn’t be charted by a handsome man who could take such good care of them.

However, because he was Jonathan, a lingering fear still resided in her heart. At times, she felt somewhat entranced and had to remind herself repeatedly to stay alert.

Rosalie thought, “After the wound on my hand is cured, I should be able to leave here.”

The next day, she started searching the internet on her phone for any openings for food delivery riders and began drafting her resume.

The entry requirements for food delivery riders were relatively straightforward, but they all mandated health certificates. Rosalie realized she had to obtain a health certificate before entering this field, which meant she had to make a trip to the hospital.

help but feel like fate constantly

do some basic examinations. However, every expenditure now

days later, Rosalie’s fingers were no longer wrapped in gauze, but the burned areas

fingers and examined the scars on her fingertips. “Tll inquire at the hospital about some scar-removing ointment. They should

don’t fade, Rosalie replied with contentment, knowing that she had

said in a low voice. The scars on her fingertips seemed to remind him

had insisted on accompanying her to her house

to be fine and complete. You can’t get hurt anywhere,” he murmured.

laugh. “What does he mean by I can’t get hurt anywhere? Back when I was in jail, I had

badly!”

almost recovered now. When can I go back to the rental house?”

and inquired, “Why, Rosie? Do you want to

said, “My injury is healed. There’s no need to stay here anymore.”

leave here?” His face

“Yes.” She nodded.

hate being with me so much?” Even his voice became cold.

used to being alone,” she

why did you pick me up? You said you were too lonely. You wanted to find someone to accompany

could I forget all of this? Everything happened back then.

like a distant joke.”

on her. There was a sense of oppression in

his voice sounded in her car again. “You said your wound is almost recovered, so you have to leave, right? So,

stunned, suddenly raised her head, and looked at him with wide eyes.

over and put one hand on the back of her head. His thin lips instantly touched her red

nose. Before she could react, a kiss