The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 172

Besides, Amelia was the female owner overseeing the cashier, dishes, and tables. It seemed that she had to do everything. She had no spare time to relax when the business was booming.

Maybe she had limited ability, but she gave it everything she could.

At about three o’clock, the store received another order. Someone had ordered a bagel and bubble tea.

However, when Rosalie saw the venue of the delivery, she became slightly distracted.

“What’s the matter? Is there a problem?” When Amelia prepared the food for Rosalie, she found the latter staring at the receipt for the delivery in a daze.

“It’s nothing,” Rosalie replied and took the bagel and bubble tea.

The delivery address was at the law firm she had worked for. If she took the delivery, she would naturally meet her former colleagues.

She used to be so glorious at the office, but she would be so embarrassed when she made the delivery later.

Rosalie felt slightly bitter, but now that she had chosen this industry, it was unavoidable for such situations to occur.

Furthermore, life was a lengthy journey, and inevitably, one would cross paths with familiar faces from the past. Just because she had experienced incarceration and faced hardships didn’t grant her the privilege to avoid encounters with certain individuals.

She thought, ‘In fact, it would be good if I get used to it!” Then, she placed the delivery on her electric scouter and left.

Rosalie’s familiarity with the roads increased as she got closer to the company. She stopped her electric scooter when she arrived at the business entrance and turned to face the modern structure.

When she first came to this building, she was so full of vim and vigor. She even thought she would set up her firm one day when she was experienced and independent enough in the future.

However, time had passed, and everything had changed.

Rosalie took the delivery and pressed the button to the familiar floor.

number on the delivery receipt while she was standing in front of the glass doors. A young woman walked out of the firm. She appeared to be

delivery and

you doing here?” She looked at the delivery in her colleague’s hands and continued with some surprise, “Are you delivering

“Yes,” Rosalie answered.

delivery, asked the receptionist, ‘Do

right. She used to work here, and she’s famous for…” The receptionist stopped talking and looked at Rosalie. Her surprise gradually changed to sympathy

elevator, she saw the receptionist still chatting

that she didn’t see too many former colleagues

Youngblood residence after a day’s work,

to go straight back to her room, but thinking of what Jonathan

to wish him a good night before she slept, she would do it.

a moment, the door of the room opened. Jonathan stood

night, she uttered. After saying that, she turned around as she wanted to

moment, Jonathan grabbed her hand. Then, she fell into his

out of his arms, but he applied strength and hugged her

said in a low voice, “Your greeting sounds

and she could feel his breath on her ears. She felt as though

go of me,” she uttered,

you tell me how was the first day of your new job?” he asked.

and I delivered it.” She felt her heartbeat accelerating and her blood pumping quickly throughout her

a good meal today?” His voice rang

it were going to burn. This strange

going to do what she wished. He even turned her head

you nervous?” he suddenly asked.

She denied it.

bent down, and placed his lips on her cheek. “Are