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.

the glass doors. A young woman walked out of the firm. She appeared to be

and said,

aren’t you Rosalie? What are you doing here?” She looked at the delivery in her colleague’s hands and continued with some surprise, “Are you

“Yes,” Rosalie answered.

the receptionist, ‘Do you guys

The receptionist stopped talking

leave. When she walked into the elevator, she saw the receptionist still

that she didn’t see too many former colleagues

Youngblood residence after a day’s work, it was

of what Jonathan

he asked her to wish him a good night before she slept, she would

of the room opened. Jonathan stood by the

that, she turned around as she

hand. Then, she fell into

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

her ear, and he said in a low

slightly, and she could feel his breath on her ears. She felt as though she was enveloped in

go of me,” she uttered, her

why don’t you tell me how was the

She felt her heartbeat accelerating and her blood pumping

had a good meal today?” His voice rang near her

owner. The shop provides two meals there.” Her face was hot, as if it were going to burn. This strange feeling made her panic.

she wished. He even turned her head to

you nervous?” he suddenly asked.

She denied

face is so red.” He smiled gently, bent down, and placed his lips on her cheek. “Are you blushing