The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 221

On the other end of the phone, Amelia’s voice came through, “Rosalie, Aiden’s surgery went very smoothly. The doctor said that once Aiden adjusts in the next couple of days, we can start systematic training to help him recognize sounds.”

“That’s wonderful,” Rosalie expressed her joy. “All right, I’ll come to see Aiden this afternoon.”

With that, Rosalie confirmed the specific hospital ward where Aiden was located and ended the call.

“Is it about that child who can’t hear?” Jonathan asked as he looked at Rosalie.

“Yes, Aiden’s surgery went well. Since I have some free time this afternoon, I plan to visit him at the hospital,” Rosalie explained.

“In that case, I’ll accompany you,” Jonathan said.

“You’ll accompany me?” Rosalie widened her eyes in surprise. “But… don’t you have to work?”

“I’ll have my secretary reschedule my afternoon appointments; they’re not urgent anyway,” Jonathan said casually.

However, Rosalie had a feeling that in a company as large as his, being the CEO meant that nearly everything was an “urgent matter.”

“Why, don’t you want me to accompany you?” he asked in return.

“Not… not at all,” she replied. Honestly, his willingness to accompany her was both surprising and sweet.

“Then it’s settled,” Jonathan said, lowering his head to continue eating.

Rosalie followed suit, focusing on her meal. When she was nearly finished, she heard his voice in her ear. “Rosie, can you cook for me more often in the future?”

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She was taken aback, lifting her head to meet his obsidian eyes.

He suddenly gave a gentle smile, raising his hand to wipe something from the corner of her lips. She then realized there was a pesto stain there.

Her face flushed once again as if she blushed so easily in front of him. “Is that okay?” his voice echoed, asking for her answer.

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dishes, not as good as your household chef,” she replied.

like what you cook because you made it,” he

expectations, why would he desire her “ordinary” dishes on a regular basis? After all, the professional chef in his residence operated on a completely different level.

A form of sweet talk, akin to seeing beauty through the eyes of a lover? After all, he had previously professed his fondness for

prepare these dishes, your thoughts are undoubtedly centered on me, right? So when I enjoy your cooking, it brings me happiness because it’s something crafted by your

to an intimidating degree. He yearned to claim

heart, causing ripples.

It wa

she was

derived immense joy from even the

whether she held such significance in his life. After all, their

it appeared he had no

nothing to offer him at present, so there was no apparent incentive for him to be dishonest,

voice, brimming with an irresistible longing, repeated the same question for the third time.

free time, I’ll prepare more for you,”

race.

with

head and began tidying up the lunchboxes

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as she was about to close the lunchbox lid, she suddenly let out a soft exclamation. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back, sharply inhaling due to

wrong?” he asked anxiously.

well-maintained, but in the past few days, she had overlooked it, and they had grown slightly longer

“Is it this one?” Gently, he held her left

“Yes.” She nodded.

a moment,” he said, picking up his phone and dialing his

Rosalie almost choked on

the call.

trim his nails? Puzzled and bewildered, she entered the CEO’s Office with a nail clipper in

sitting on the