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 had ventured

half expecting her to be

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

order for takeout.

simply

this moment, Rosalie remained oblivious to the newfound regard she had garnered among the security guards of the Youngblood residence. She

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

faint trace of blood on his

formed on his

She spoke while pouring a glass of lukewarm water and unwrapping the medicine, carefully following the instructions to retrieve the pills.

peeled open his eyes, fixing them upon her. Just as before, she had returned breathless like this. Even if she feared him, resented him, or possibly even hated

parted his lips and swallowed the medicine Rosalie offered along with the water.

There were visible bite marks on his lips. Jonathan must have been in great pain

I’ll think you’re trying to kiss me.” Jonathan’s

her senses, her cheeks flushing. “I was only checking

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

speech had considerably steadied and was no longer plagued by

with Jonathan to prevent her face from turning even redder.

eyes shifted 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

Rosalie asked. Typically, during a memorial, candles were meant

night, judging by the arrangement with the lit candles and flower wreaths, it seemed like some form

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