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

you cook because

culinary expectations, why would he desire her “ordinary” dishes on a regular basis? After all, the professional chef

of sweet talk, akin to seeing beauty through the eyes of a lover? After all, he had previously

me. When you prepare these dishes, your thoughts are undoubtedly centered on me, right? So when I enjoy your cooking, it brings me happiness

possessiveness appeared to deepen, perhaps even to an intimidating degree.

like a pebble dropped into the serene pond of her heart, causing ripples. His gaze, voice, and words all consistently conveyed the depth of his

It wa

though he was communicating that she was truly

seemed he derived immense joy from even the smallest gestures

in his life. After all, their acquaintance spanned a

appeared he had no

at present, so there was no apparent incentive for him to be dishonest,

His compelling voice, brimming with an irresistible longing, repeated the same question for

more for you,” she replied, finally regaining her composure, although her

race.

he said with a

lowered her head and began tidying

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let out a soft exclamation. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back,

wrong?” he asked anxiously.

she replied. She usually kept her nails well-maintained, but in the past few

for her hand to examine the nail that had been slightly damaged. “Is it this one?” Gently, he held her left index finger, noticing a

“Yes.” She nodded.

moment,” he said, picking up his phone and dialing his secretary’s number. “Do you have any nail

this, Rosalie almost choked on

surprise was the secretary who answered the call. She couldn’t fathom why her CEO had called to ask for a

bewildered, she entered the CEO’s Office with a nail clipper in hand.

sitting on