The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 173

In the quiet of midnight, the door separating the two rooms inched open as Rosalie slumbered peacefully in her bed, and a tall figure entered with graceful steps. Jonathan’s usually composed eyes now brimmed with a profound tenderness as he fixed his gaze upon the sleeping woman before him.

“Good night, Rosie. His voice, low and filled with an indescribable yearning, spilled from his lips.

During lunchtime the following day, the diner received a massive order of over 30 servings. Typically, Rosalie handled around seven to eight deliveries at a time, so this order was equivalent to the diner’s entire lunch rush.

Amelia swiftly prepared the takeout orders and then turned to Rosalie, saying, “You’ll handle the delivery for this, okay? Thanks!”

“What about the other orders?” Rosalie inquired, mindful that taking on this large order might affect her ability to handle

other smaller orders.

“No worries,” Amelia reassured her. “I’ll have my mom put Aiden to sleep, then temporarily take over the cashier’s duties while I deliver the others. We have a spare electric scooter in the restaurant.”

Amelia viewed this order as a significant opportunity for the day. If she completed it, she would be earning over a hundred dollars. Therefore, she was quite pleased at the moment.

However, when Rosalie saw the delivery address of the order, her heart skipped a beat. The address belonged to the headquarters of Youngblood Group.

To her relief, the name and phone number listed on the order were unfamiliar and did not match Jonathan’s. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” she thought.

After Amelia packed the orders, Rosalie loaded them onto the electric scooter and headed to Youngblood Group’s. headquarters. It was impossible for her to carry over 30 takeout packages at once, so she intended to park her scooter outside and then make multiple trips to deliver them all. Unexpectedly, a security guard approached her while she was parking

“Are you Ms. Rosalie Leighton?” the guard asked. Surprised that the guard knew her name, Rosalie hesitated before replying,

“Yes.”

As the security guard spoke, he beckoned two of his colleagues to assist. Together, they wheeled over a handy stainless steel trolley to Rosalie’s side and swiftly loaded all orders onto the trolley. “It’s much more convenient this way, the guard

remarked.

in puzzlement. She could tell that the

for it.

my name? And who instructed you

was Mr. Gibson who informed us.

referring to Carlos Gibson, the secretary who works for Jonathan?” Rosalie wondered, furrowing

couldn’t help but bite her lower lip in

guard approached the other guard who had spoken to her earlier, asking, “Captain, why did Mr. Gibson want us to keep an eye on this delivery person? Is there some sort of connection between her and Mr. Gibson? We have tons of food delivery workers coming by every day, and this never happened before. Remember that time when a delivery person brought 100 cups of bubble tea? Mr. Gibson didn’t give us

over the higher-ups’ matters,” the security captain advised. “In any case, when you encounter this woman again,

asked for her name,

earlier speculations in a different direction. When she reached the delivery address specified in the order, a tall woman in business attire approached her. “You

earlier

of Youngblood Group. Are these two meals intended for his

before the imposing dark wooden door, she took a deep breath

voice

and stepped inside. Jonathan was at his desk, his head bent over a stack of documents. “I’ll place your takeaway on the coffee table,” Rosalie said,

his head and watched Rosalie walk to the coffee table and set the food down. “Why the rush, Rosie?” As he spoke, he stood up and walked around his

have to go back to the diner to make more deliveries,” she

lunch? Jonathan changed the topic abruptly.

paused and blinked in confusion.

with me? I’m curious about the food at the diner where you work now,” Jonathan said, pulling her gently and guiding her to

on her shoulders made it impossible for her to move.

lifted her head and

don’t want to have a meal