The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 181

“Wait here for a moment while I go out to get some medicine,” Rosalie said to Jonathan. With those words, she hurried out of the memorial hall.

Jonathan lay on the sofa and thought to himself, “Wait for a moment, she said?” He recalled a similar late evening when she had Igone out to buy him medicine, uttering the very same promise.

“Well then, I will wait,” Jonathan reassured himself. He would wait for her to come back.

That very moment, Rosalie dashed toward the iron gate of the mansion. A streetlight by the gate cast a light upon the deliveryman’s face, revealing a puzzled expression.

Clearly, the deliveryman had not anticipated delivering medicine to the manor of a prominent family at this late hour.

“Did you the place the order, Ms. Leighton?” inquired the young man.

“Yes, it’s mine,” Rosalie answered. She took the medicine from the young man’s grasp, thanked him, and then turned around to sprint toward the memorial hall.

The deliveryman scratched his head, casting a gaze upon the seemingly boundless manor before him, still trying to catch his breath as he marveled at its grandeur.

Inside the security room of the Youngblood Residence, several guards stared at the surveillance screen in disbelief as they watched Rosalie’s frantic sprint from the memorial hall to fetch medicine, and then her dash back.

“Unbelievable! She actually came out unscathed,” someone exclaimed.

“She had even ordered… takeout?” As the surveillance cameras could not provide a close-up view, they could only see Rosalie receiving a package from the delivery guy.

“She has not been asked to leave by Mr. Youngblood, and she’s having takeout with him now?” the others gasped in astonishment.

The security guards were aware that Jonathan had allowed Rosalie to stay at the Youngblood residence. They knew that this woman held a special place in Jonathan’s heart.

with decades of experience serving the

now, a woman had ventured

light-hearted comments, half expecting her to be promptly escorted out, perhaps banished

to their surprise, not only did this woman go in and stay for quite some time, but she also emerged only after placing

order for takeout.

simply astonishing.

oblivious to the newfound regard she had garnered among the security guards of

the sofa, his eyes closed. His pale face, devoid of any color, contrasted starkly with the crimson stain on his lips.

noticed a faint trace of blood on his lips, likely from him

had also formed

it now.” She spoke while pouring a glass of lukewarm water and unwrapping the medicine, carefully following the instructions

she had returned breathless like this. Even if she feared him, resented him, or possibly even hated him, she could not

his lips and swallowed the medicine

his lips. Jonathan must have been in great pain to have bitten

me like that, I’ll think you’re trying to kiss

cheeks flushing. “I was only checking your lips as they’re bitten. I didn’t mean

other intentions. If you want to kiss me, I’ll be fine with it if it’s you,” he

his speech had considerably

averted her gaze, avoiding eye contact with Jonathan to prevent her face from turning even

to the portrait of Jonathan’s late father on the table before her. The candle in front of the portrait was still burning, but it was

candle burning? It’s almost finished,” Rosalie asked. Typically, during a memorial, candles

by the arrangement with the lit candles and flower wreaths, it seemed like some form of ceremony to honor the dead.

quickly held his shoulder and said, “Don’t move. I’ll