The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 153

Rosalie’s face blushed involuntarily. Subconsciously, she wanted to turn her head away.

But in the next moment, his fingers gently tilted her chin. “Rosie, it seemed like you were observing me quite attentively just now. Why? Do you find me attractive?”

Her breath caught as she pondered, “How should I respond to this? Handsome or not handsome? It seemed like neither answer would be a good choice!” Rosalie felt her cheeks growing warmer. She longed to avert her gaze, but his eyes were inescapable.

The housekeeper beside her, though she sensibly kept her head down and avoided looking at the unfolding scene, couldn’t help but feel shocked just by listening to their conversation.

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The housekeeper thought, “Mr. Youngblood does treat Ms. Leighton differently. Could it be true what some are saying, that Ms. Leighton might become the wife of the heir of the Youngblood family? But… Wasn’t Ms. Leighton a sanitary worker in the Environment and Sanitation Administration before? Could it be possible for Mr. Youngblood to marry such a woman?”

At night, Rosalie lay in bed, struggling to fall asleep. She looked at her fingers wrapped in gauze, lit by the moonlight streaming through the window. Jonathan had been diligently changing her dressings in the past few days.

He was far more attentive to her than Zachary, who was in love with hier back then. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned.

If he were not Jonathan, perhaps she would have really been in love with him.

After all, there were few women who wouldn’t be charted by a handsome man who could take such good care of them.

However, because he was Jonathan, a lingering fear still resided in her heart. At times, she felt somewhat entranced and had to remind herself repeatedly to stay alert.

Rosalie thought, “After the wound on my hand is cured, I should be able to leave here.”

The next day, she started searching the internet on her phone for any openings for food delivery riders and began drafting her resume.

all mandated health certificates. Rosalie realized she had

help but feel like fate constantly led her back to

However, every expenditure now meant less money in her pocket, and she couldn’t help but realize how

Rosalie’s fingers were no longer wrapped in gauze, but the

examined the scars on her fingertips. “Tll inquire at the hospital

with contentment, knowing that she had

care, but I do,” he said in a low voice. The scars on her fingertips seemed to remind him

her house

complete. You can’t get hurt

by I can’t get hurt anywhere? Back when I was in jail, I had already been

badly!”

can I go back to the rental

and inquired, “Why,

her lips and said, “My injury is

you really want to leave here?” His face turned

“Yes.” She nodded.

really hate being with me so much?” Even his

being alone,”

were too lonely. You wanted to find someone to accompany you. You also said you want to be with me, and we can rely on

eyelashes fluttered slightly. She mused, “How could I forget all of this? Everything

a distant

he fixed his eyes on her. There was a sense

car again. “You said your wound is almost recovered, so you have to leave, right? So, if you

her head, and looked at him with wide

and put one hand on the back of her head.