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.

was strictly restricted to access. Apart from the housekeepers, with decades of experience serving

woman

through the surveillance cameras, they made light-hearted comments, half expecting her to be promptly

this woman go in and stay for quite some time, but she also emerged

order for takeout.

simply

security guards of the

found Jonathan still curled up on the sofa, his eyes closed. His pale face, devoid of

trace of blood on his lips, likely from him

had also formed

is here. Take it now.” She spoke while pouring a glass of lukewarm water and unwrapping the

feared him, resented him, or possibly even hated him, she could not bear to

Jonathan parted his lips and swallowed the medicine Rosalie

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

you keep looking at me like that, I’ll think you’re trying to kiss me.” Jonathan’s voice broke

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

kiss me, I’ll be

on his forehead. However, his speech had considerably steadied and was no longer plagued by the previous stammering.

quickly averted her gaze, avoiding eye contact with Jonathan to prevent her face

Jonathan’s late father on the table before her. The candle in front

finished,” Rosalie asked. Typically, during a memorial, candles were meant to burn

lit candles and flower wreaths, it seemed like some form of ceremony to honor the

attempted to stand up, but Rosalie quickly held his shoulder and said, “Don’t move. I’ll