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

now?” Just to be sure, Rosalie asked again. After all, she didn’t want to walk into a room full of executives with him later; that would be

is alone in his office right now,” the

room. Inside, she saw Jonathan seated at his desk, engrossed in a video

alone in the room, he was in the middle of a meeting. The only consolation was that the camera for the ongoing conference was not

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

replied, her voice barely louder than

the coffee table. Before she could place the lunchbox on it, she overheard voices in the video conference. “Oh,

be someone else,” another

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

discussing whether Rosalie was the same person they had

good command of French, understood

only made Rosalie feel

end, Jonathan simply stated, “It’s her.”

asked, “Oh, Jonathan, what’s your relationship with her? Are you two lovers?” Foreigners tend to

any employees in the country would dare to ask such a

respond in French, “She’s

heart had been tightly gripped by an invisible

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

she

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

her silence was a

future, I’ll

“Introduce?” she exclaimed.

eyebrow slightly. “What’s wrong? Don’t

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