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.

”

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.

constantly led her back to

and do some basic examinations. However, every expenditure now meant less money in her pocket, and she couldn’t help but realize how precious every bit of it had

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

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

replied with contentment, knowing that she had preserved half of the

voice. The scars on her fingertips

her to her house that day, she wouldn’t have hurt her hand.

and complete. You can’t

mean by I can’t get hurt anywhere? Back when I was in jail, I had already been hurt qu

badly!”

When can I go back to the

inquired,

is healed. There’s no need to

you really want to leave here?” His

“Yes.” She nodded.

you really hate being with me so much?” Even his voice became

to being

someone to accompany you. You also said you want to be with me, and we can rely on each other.

mused, “How could I forget all of this?

a distant joke.”

on her. There

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

was stunned, suddenly raised her head, and

back of

the tip of her nose. Before she could react, a