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.

but feel like fate constantly led

expenditure now meant less money in her pocket, and she couldn’t help but realize how precious

fingers were no longer wrapped in gauze, but the burned areas still bore

fingertips. “Tll inquire at the hospital about some scar-removing ointment.

contentment, knowing that she had preserved half of the album with these scars.

low voice. The scars on her fingertips seemed to remind him of his mistake.

her house that day,

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

he mean by I can’t get hurt

badly!”

When can I go back to the rental house?” She changed

of her fingertips and inquired, “Why, Rosie? Do you want to return so

her lips and said, “My injury is

want to leave here?” His face turned

“Yes.” She nodded.

really hate being with me so much?” Even

used to being

being alone? If so, why did you pick me up? You said you were too lonely. You wanted to find someone to accompany you. You also said you want to be with me, and we can rely on each

She mused, “How could I forget all of this?

a distant

her. There was a sense of oppression in the air.

almost recovered, so you

her head, and looked at him with wide

on the back of her head. His thin lips instantly touched her red

of her nose. Before she could react, a kiss had already