The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 173

In the quiet of midnight, the door separating the two rooms inched open as Rosalie slumbered peacefully in her bed, and a tall figure entered with graceful steps. Jonathan’s usually composed eyes now brimmed with a profound tenderness as he fixed his gaze upon the sleeping woman before him.

“Good night, Rosie. His voice, low and filled with an indescribable yearning, spilled from his lips.

During lunchtime the following day, the diner received a massive order of over 30 servings. Typically, Rosalie handled around seven to eight deliveries at a time, so this order was equivalent to the diner’s entire lunch rush.

Amelia swiftly prepared the takeout orders and then turned to Rosalie, saying, “You’ll handle the delivery for this, okay? Thanks!”

“What about the other orders?” Rosalie inquired, mindful that taking on this large order might affect her ability to handle

other smaller orders.

“No worries,” Amelia reassured her. “I’ll have my mom put Aiden to sleep, then temporarily take over the cashier’s duties while I deliver the others. We have a spare electric scooter in the restaurant.”

Amelia viewed this order as a significant opportunity for the day. If she completed it, she would be earning over a hundred dollars. Therefore, she was quite pleased at the moment.

However, when Rosalie saw the delivery address of the order, her heart skipped a beat. The address belonged to the headquarters of Youngblood Group.

To her relief, the name and phone number listed on the order were unfamiliar and did not match Jonathan’s. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” she thought.

After Amelia packed the orders, Rosalie loaded them onto the electric scooter and headed to Youngblood Group’s. headquarters. It was impossible for her to carry over 30 takeout packages at once, so she intended to park her scooter outside and then make multiple trips to deliver them all. Unexpectedly, a security guard approached her while she was parking

“Are you Ms. Rosalie Leighton?” the guard asked. Surprised that the guard knew her name, Rosalie hesitated before replying,

“Yes.”

colleagues to assist. Together, they wheeled over a handy stainless steel trolley to Rosalie’s side and swiftly loaded all orders onto the trolley. “It’s much more

remarked.

that the security guards knew she was coming and had

for it.

my name? And who

guard said, “It was Mr. Gibson who informed us. Mr. Gibson also instructed us to

wondered, furrowing her brows in suspicion. She had

thought, she couldn’t help but bite her

of connection between her and Mr. Gibson? We have tons of food delivery workers coming by every day, and this never happened before. Remember that time when a delivery person brought 100 cups of bubble tea? Mr.

when you encounter this woman again, don’t

Rosalie wheeled the trolley into the lobby, the receptionist at the front desk greeted her and simply asked for her name, omitting the usual

woman in business attire approached her. “You must be Ms.

a beat, and her earlier suspicions were slowly but

these two meals intended for his office?” Rosalie couldn’t help but

the two takeout packages and approached Jonathan’s office. Standing before the imposing dark wooden door, she took a deep breath and gently

in,” a voice sounded

open and stepped inside. Jonathan was at his desk, his head bent over a stack of documents. “I’ll place your takeaway on the coffee

the coffee table and set the food down. “Why the

back to the diner to make more

had lunch? Jonathan changed

Rosalie paused

about having lunch with me? I’m curious about the food at the diner where you work now,” Jonathan said, pulling her gently and guiding her to sit

up, but the strength on her shoulders

her head and

You don’t want to have a meal