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.

”

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.

she had to obtain a health certificate before entering this field, which

like fate constantly led her back to

certificate and do some basic examinations. However, every expenditure now meant less money in her pocket, and she couldn’t help but realize how precious every bit

were no longer wrapped in gauze, but the burned areas still bore

held her fingers and examined the scars on her fingertips. “Tll inquire at the

with contentment, knowing that she had preserved half of the album with these

I do,” he said in a low voice. The scars

her house that day, she wouldn’t have

complete.

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

badly!”

go back to the rental house?” She changed

inquired, “Why, Rosie? Do you want to return

said, “My injury is healed. There’s

want to leave here?” His

“Yes.” She nodded.

being with me so

being alone,”

you pick me up? You said you were too lonely. You wanted to find someone to accompany

mused, “How could I forget all of this?

like a distant

eyes on her. There was a sense of

sounded in her car again. “You said your wound is almost recovered, so you

head, and looked at

back of her head. His