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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Convict

as good as your household chef,” she replied.

what? I like what you cook because you

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

sweet talk, akin to seeing beauty through the eyes of a lover?

her uncertainty, he gently elaborated, “Rosie, I find it endearing when you dedicate your time to me. When you prepare these dishes, your thoughts are undoubtedly centered on me, right? So when I enjoy your cooking,

intimidating degree. He yearned to claim

the serene pond of her heart, causing ripples. His gaze, voice, and words all consistently conveyed the depth

It wa

communicating that she was truly unique to

he derived immense joy from even the smallest gestures

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

it appeared he had no motive to

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

His compelling voice, brimming with an irresistible

you,” she replied,

race.

said with a gentle smile.

lowered her head and began tidying up

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Convict

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

wrong?” he asked anxiously.

her nails well-maintained, but in the past few

me see,” he said, reaching 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 tiny crack at the edge of the nail. A

“Yes.” She nodded.

dialing his secretary’s number. “Do you have any nail

this, Rosalie almost

person about to be choked with 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

sitting on