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.

the housekeepers, with decades of experience serving the Youngblood family,

woman had ventured inside.

security guards observed the woman entering the memorial hall through the surveillance cameras, they made light-hearted comments, half expecting her to be promptly escorted out, perhaps banished

surprise, not only did this woman go in and stay for quite some time, but

order for takeout.

was simply astonishing.

the security guards of the Youngblood residence. She had only wanted to swiftly

still curled up on the sofa, his eyes closed. His pale face, devoid of any color, contrasted starkly with the

blood on his lips, likely

formed on

spoke while pouring a glass of lukewarm water and unwrapping the

breathless like this. Even if she feared him, resented him, or possibly even hated him, she could not bear to see him in pain, could she? The thought offered

Jonathan parted his lips and swallowed the

his lips. Jonathan must have been in great pain to

you’re trying to kiss me.” Jonathan’s voice broke the

only checking your lips as they’re bitten. I didn’t mean anything else.”

if you have other intentions. If you want to kiss me, I’ll be fine with

on his forehead. However, his speech had considerably steadied and was no

Jonathan to prevent her

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

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

lit candles and flower wreaths, it seemed like some form

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