The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 220

“Even if Calvin wants to take you away, he can’t, can he? Because the person you like is me, and the person you’re destined to fall in love with in the future is also me, right?”

He murmured, his voice soft, his warm breath brushing against her face. As his words trailed off, he kissed her lips.

He wouldn’t allow anyone else to have her; she belonged to him alone.

The following morning, when Rosalie awoke, Jonathan had already left for work. After breakfast, she set about preparing a lunchbox for him.

The Youngblood Residence was well-equipped with lunchboxes and ingredients, and the nearby chefs were ready to assist Rosalie if she encountered any difficulties or needed help.

By the time she finished making the lunchbox, Rosalie felt that her cooking skills had improved a notch.

With the lunchbox in hand, she made her way to the Youngblood Group. Today, she was chauffeured by a driver from the Youngblood family. Consequently, the security guards at the company’s entrance were taken aback when they saw Rosalie stepping out of the car.

Although many people in the company had heard about the enigmatic delivery rider, no one had anticipated that this rider would transition from an electric scooter to a private car so quickly!

Especially the car… Several security guards had already recognized that car as the CEO’s car!

Moreover, the driver was also from the CEO’s family!

To claim that the rider had no connection to Jonathan was simply unbelievable.

In fact, Rosalie was quite familiar with the security guards at the entrance. As she passed by, she greeted them proactively. “Good afternoon.”

“G-Good…” the security guards stammered in response.

Rosalie carried the lunchbox and made her way to the floor where Jonathan’s office was located. Everyone on this floor recognized Rosalie, and many of them knew that although she appeared to be a delivery person, her relationship with their CEO was far from ordinary.

“Um, is Mr. Youngblood in his office?” Rosalie asked.

a secretary replied.

there anyone else in his office right now?” Just to be sure, Rosalie asked again. After all, she didn’t

is alone in his office right now,” the secretary replied.

and knocked twice before entering the room. Inside, she saw Jonathan seated at his desk, engrossed in a video

in the room, he was in the middle of a meeting. The only consolation was that the camera for the ongoing conference was not facing her direction, so she didn’t

moment; the meeting will be over soon,” Jonathan said.

replied, her voice barely

in the video conference. “Oh, Jonathan, is that the woman we

be someone else,” another voice replied.

speak

whether Rosalie was the same person they had seen in their previous

good command of French, understood every word of

made Rosalie

Jonathan simply stated,

her? Are

the country would dare to ask such a

French, “She’s the

her heart had been tightly gripped by an

video conference ended, Jonathan walked over to Rosalie and asked, “What’s wrong? Your face turned so red.”

It’s nothing,” she

the blush on her cheeks. “Is it because of what those

her silence was a confirmation.

chance in the future,

“Introduce?” she exclaimed.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you

hesitated. At this moment, his radiant, dreamy eyes seemed to carry a certain pressure, as if her refusal