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

cook because

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

be saying this merely to please her? A form of sweet talk, akin to seeing beauty through the eyes of a lover? After all, he had previously professed

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 something crafted by your hands…”

an intimidating degree. He yearned to claim even her

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

derived immense joy from even the

in his life. After all, their acquaintance spanned a mere six months.

appeared he had no motive to

so there was no apparent incentive for him

with an irresistible longing, repeated the same question for the third

have some free time, I’ll prepare more for you,” she replied, finally regaining her composure, although her heart continued to

race.

said with a

and began tidying up the

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

he asked

She usually kept her nails well-maintained, but in the past few days, she had

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 quick trim should

“Yes.” She nodded.

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

hearing this, Rosalie almost choked on

secretary who answered the call.

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

Jonathan sitting on the couch.