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.

restricted to access. Apart from the housekeepers, with decades of

woman had ventured inside.

they made light-hearted comments, half expecting her to

in and stay

order for takeout.

simply

guards of

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

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

formed

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

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

Jonathan parted his lips and swallowed the medicine

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

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

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

want to kiss me, I’ll be fine with it if it’s you,” he said, though

considerably

contact with Jonathan to prevent her face

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

It’s almost finished,” Rosalie asked. Typically,

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

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