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.

straightforward, but they all mandated health certificates. Rosalie realized she had to obtain

couldn’t help but feel like fate

some basic examinations. However, every expenditure now meant less money in her pocket, and she couldn’t

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

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

don’t fade, Rosalie replied with contentment, knowing that she had preserved half of

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

her to her house that day, she wouldn’t have hurt her

and complete. You can’t get hurt

to laugh. “What does he mean by I can’t get hurt anywhere? Back when I was in jail, I had already been

badly!”

almost recovered now. When can I go back to the rental house?” She changed the

his gentle caresses of her fingertips and inquired, “Why, Rosie? Do you want to return

injury is healed. There’s no

to leave here?” His

“Yes.” She nodded.

me

used to being

to being alone? If so, why did you pick me up? You said you were too lonely. You wanted to find someone to accompany you. You also said you want to be with me, and we

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

a

as he fixed his eyes on her.

is almost recovered, so you have to leave, right?

raised her head, and

one hand on the back of