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.

Rosalie asked again. After all, she didn’t want to walk into a

is alone in his office right

entering the room. Inside, she saw Jonathan seated at his desk, engrossed in

alone in the room, he was in the middle of a meeting. The only consolation was that the camera for

Just give me a moment; the meeting will be over

Rosalie replied, her voice barely

lunchbox on it, she overheard voices in the video

be someone else,” another voice replied.

it. I’ve never seen Jonathan speak so gently to

whether Rosalie was the

with her good command of French, understood every word

the conversation only made Rosalie feel

Jonathan simply stated, “It’s her.”

with her? Are you two lovers?” Foreigners tend to be

employees in the country would dare to ask

Jonathan respond in French, “She’s the person I

had been tightly gripped by an invisible hand. Even her heartbeat seemed to falter.

conference ended, Jonathan walked over to Rosalie and asked, “What’s wrong? Your face

It’s nothing,” she quickly

face, closely examining the blush on her cheeks.

respond verbally, but her silence was a

the future, I’ll introduce you to

“Introduce?” she exclaimed.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to?”

moment, his radiant, dreamy eyes seemed to carry a certain pressure, as if her refusal now might set.