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.”

wheeled over a handy stainless steel trolley to Rosalie’s side and swiftly loaded all orders onto the trolley. “It’s much

remarked.

in puzzlement. She could tell that the security guards knew she was coming and

for it.

you… But may I ask, how did you know my name? And who instructed you to prepare this

said, “It was Mr. Gibson who informed us. Mr. Gibson

works for Jonathan?” Rosalie wondered, furrowing her brows in suspicion. She had

couldn’t help but bite her lower

eye on this delivery person? Is there some sort of connection between her and Mr. Gibson?

case, when you encounter this

lobby, the receptionist at the front desk greeted her and simply asked for her name, omitting

attire approached her. “You

beat, and her earlier suspicions were slowly but surely being

of Youngblood Group. Are these

before the imposing dark wooden door, she took a

voice sounded from

door 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 table,”

lifted his head and watched Rosalie walk to the coffee table and set the food down. “Why the rush, Rosie?” As he spoke, he stood

still have to go back to the diner to make more deliveries,” she

you had lunch? Jonathan changed

off guard, Rosalie paused and

yet. How 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

on her shoulders made it impossible for

lifted her head and shot daggers at

don’t want to have a meal with