The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 267

Rosalie rarely heard Jonathan referring to someone as a friend, hinting at a profound connection between him and Alan. She greeted Alan with grace, “Hello, I’m Rosalie.”

“Hello, I’ve been eager to meet you for some time now. Unfortunately, circumstances never seemed to align until now,” Alan replied with a smile. His curiosity had long piqued about the woman who had captivated his friend’s heart.

Particularly memorable was that New Year’s Eve when Jonathan had boldly ventured to a small town near Strico, accompanied by a cadre of officers from the police station, all in pursuit of that woman. For that woman, Jonathan had even left behind his grandfather in the Youngblood family, a move that had left Alan both astonished and intrigued.

Now, as Alan looked at Rosalie, he realized that although she was not the kind of stunning beauty that would leave people breathless, she exuded a gentle aura that put others at ease, offering a soothing, non-threatening comfort in her presence. In Rosalie’s company, her influence was evident, calming Jonathan’s usual restlessness.

Suddenly, Alan began to understand why his friend had fallen for Rosalie. In their world of constant scheming and deceit, pretense often outweighed sincerity. Even at the pinnacle of their power, a slight misstep could lead to their downfall. While they might appear to be at ease, beneath the surface, they were always on their guard.

In such a high-stakes environment, Rosalie’s serene and soothing presence was a rare gem.

“By the way, while making my way here, I overheard discussions about this year’s internet trends. Would you care to join us?” Alan asked Jonathan. As the former mentioned the names of those participating, Rosalie instantly recognized them as prominent figures in the internet world.

Those were individuals whom she would never cross paths with in her everyday life, yet there she was, being in the same banquet.

Upon hearing that, Jonathan appeared interested. He turned to Rosalie and asked, “Would you like to join me?”

“No, I would not grasp what was being talked about. You go ahead. I’ll take a moment to rest right here,” Rosalie declined.

“Alright,” Jonathan nodded. Then he added, “What about food?”

“I will take it myself. Don’t worry.” Rosalie’s smile persisted as she reassured him.

The latter was even advising Rosalie not to indulge in certain alcoholic beverages, cautioning her about the strength of the drinks, and suggesting she be

felt as if he were looking at someone who merely resembled

for Rosalie’s safety was so profound that he appeared as though he was so close to cradling her. protectively in the palms

of Jonathan, they would be in great disbelief. Jonathan, who was known for being a demanding figure

was determined to

resist commenting, “I don’t often see you

Jonathan admitted without hesitation.

that, Alan’s eyes widened in

glance and retorted, “Is there a need for me to lie

Gulp!

The woman Rosalie he had just met was undeniably destined to marry into the Youngblood family and become the future lady of the Youngblood

like she’s the fortunate

Or perhaps it could be said that Rosalie’s misfortune had paved the way for

ago, she might already be married to Zachary, with children, and they might not have crossed paths. He would not have known how delightful it

in awe

that very moment, there was a distinct feeling that Jonathan was

took a glass of champagne from the waiter and took a sip. It had a low

that she could not have too much of the champagne. With her limited tolerance for alcohol, overindulging would only

Glasses clinked, and conversations flowed, weaving a vibrant tapestry of accomplished individuals. In the past, she had been a part of those very scenes, mingling with the high-society crowd, forging connections that would benefit her future

banquets, always striving to make a lasting impression during conversations. When talking to people at the banquet, she had been mindful not to put her then-boyfriend Zachary in an uncomfortable position, fearing her presence

contemplated those moments, it felt like a

of women approached Rosalie. One of them