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.

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

almost felt as if he were looking at someone

he appeared as though he was so close to cradling her. protectively in the palms of his hands, fearing that

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

he was determined to cater to her every

not resist commenting, “I don’t often see you showing such genuine care for

Jonathan admitted without

Alan’s eyes widened in surprise. “Are

retorted, “Is there a need for me to lie

Gulp!

hard as a lump formed in his throat. There was only one conclusion to draw. The woman Rosalie he had just

like she’s the fortunate

softly confessed. Or perhaps it could be said that Rosalie’s misfortune had paved the way for his good

accident years ago, she might already be married to Zachary, with children, and they might not have crossed

awe by Jonathan’s words.

that very moment, there was a distinct feeling that Jonathan was truly under Rosalie’s

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

champagne. With her limited tolerance for alcohol, overindulging would only lead

eyes wandered across the room. 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

lasting impression during conversations. When talking to people at the banquet, she had

those moments, it felt

approached Rosalie. One of them spoke, “You’re Jonathan’s companion tonight, aren’t