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,”

what you cook

reflected a hint of doubt. Even if he didn’t hold high culinary expectations, why would he desire her “ordinary” dishes on a regular basis? After all, the professional chef in his residence

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

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

intimidating degree. He yearned

of her heart, causing ripples. His

It wa

communicating that she

from even the smallest gestures she made.

held such significance in his life. After all, their acquaintance spanned a mere six

had no motive

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

with an irresistible

free time, I’ll prepare more for you,” she replied, finally regaining her composure, although her

race.

he said with

began tidying up the lunchboxes

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

wrong?” he asked anxiously.

it later,” she replied. She usually kept her nails well-maintained, but in the past few days, she had overlooked

he said, reaching for her hand to examine the nail that had been slightly damaged. “Is it this one?” Gently, he held her

“Yes.” She nodded.

said, picking up his phone and dialing his secretary’s number.

Rosalie almost choked on

to be choked with surprise was the secretary who answered the call. She couldn’t fathom why her

the CEO want to trim his nails? Puzzled and bewildered, she entered the CEO’s Office with a

sitting on the couch.