The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 195

When Rosalie finished her shift at the diner, she approached her boss, Amelia, and asked, “Ms. Haab, may I request a half-day leave for tomorrow? I need to see my mom.”

Even though the next day’s All Souls’ Day was a national statutory holiday, it was one of the busiest days for restaurants. Therefore, there was no doubt that the workers of restaurants wouldn’t have a holiday.

Rosalie’s request took Amelia aback. She was unaware of the other’s mother’s passing. She replied, “Of course, I’ll approve your leave. If you plan to see your mother in the afternoon, I’ll arrange some items you may wish to take with you.”

“No, thank you. I’ll prepare them myself,” said Rosalie. She even planned to show off her cooking skills to her mother.

When her mother was alive, Rosalie had been too young to showcase her cooking skills. Now that she had grown up and acquired culinary abilities, she desired to demonstrate them to her mother.

“I’ll head home now,” said Rosalie.

“Alright,” Amelia appeared to have something on her mind, but ultimately, she chose not to bring it up.

She considered that since Rosalie had claimed she didn’t know Calvin well, there was no need to involve her. She preferred to address it personally with Calvin when the time was right.

After leaving the diner, Rosalie didn’t immediately head back to the Youngblood residence. Instead, she made a stop at a supermarket to purchase groceries. Afterward, on her electric scooter, she visited a store to acquire the necessary items for paying her respects to her mother the following day.

“Mrs. Fanning, I’d like to purchase some flowers,” Rosalie requested from an 80-year-old woman at the shop. It had become a tradition for her to obtain these items from this store before paying her respects to her mother, except for the three years she spent in prison.

“It’s you, Rosalie. Are you preparing to pay your respects to your mother tomorrow?” Penny Fanning grinned widely at Rosalie, revealing that she had only a few teeth left.

“Yes,” Rosalie answered.

“I imagine you’re planning to showcase your cooking skills to your mother as well,” Penny remarked as she packed all the items Rosalie needed. She then handed them to Rosalie and added, “You’ve been absent for two or three years. I was starting to wonder if you’d come this year.”

“Well, something came up before, and I couldn’t make it here to buy them,” Rosalie explained as she accepted the items from Penny.

years. Your mother must be resting in peace knowing she has such a filial child as you,” Penny commented.

filial,” Rosalie inwardly chided herself. “Regrettably, I couldn’t even preserve the album my mother left behind in its entirety,” she reflected with a

care for her mother, she no longer had the opportunity. All she could do was visit

through the living room to store the groceries she had purchased in the refrigerator upon entering the house. However, a cold voice abruptly echoed, “Why are

dropping the items

suddenly illuminated the scene, revealing that a man was seated on the living room couch at

you turn off the lights when you were in the living room?” she asked, clearly surprised.

then rose from his seat and approached her. “And what about you? You haven’t answered my question,”

her red lips and replied, “After finishing my shift at the diner, I went to buy some groceries and items I need to see my mom

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candles in her hand. “Ah, yes, tomorrow is All Souls’ Day. It’s time to see her. Unfortunately, I might not be able to accompany you,” he regretfully mentioned.

me. Why does he sound as if…” Rosalie paused, recalling that his father had also passed away, and he would need

she couldn’t help but contemplate how they seemed to share a similar fate, especially when she

the refrigerator, she turned

looking at her thoughtfully.

he caught her by the arm as she was about to leave the

stunned and

her, suddenly smiled, and said, “Rosie, it seems your ‘Goodnight’ is becoming more and

and didn’t know how to respond to him.

me, I should first please you.” Jonathan leaned in, locking eyes with the person before him. “So,

heard his words. She stared at him with wide eyes, her thoughts racing. “What is he talking about? He… wants to please me? How is it possible that

wrong? Is it so shocking to