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.”

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

remarked.

puzzlement. She could tell that the security guards

for it.

my

“It was Mr. Gibson who informed us.

to Carlos Gibson, the secretary who works for Jonathan?” Rosalie wondered, furrowing her brows in suspicion. She had encountered him several times in the

she couldn’t help but bite her

the cart into the Youngblood Group, a security guard approached the other guard who had spoken to her earlier, asking, “Captain, why did Mr. Gibson want us to keep an eye on this delivery person? Is there some sort of connection between her and Mr. Gibson? We have tons of food delivery workers coming by every

any case, when you encounter this woman again, don’t treat her

front desk greeted her and simply asked for her name, omitting the usual formalities like signing in. She even kindly pressed the

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

a beat, and her earlier

Are these

takeout packages and approached Jonathan’s office. Standing before the imposing

a voice sounded from

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,” Rosalie said, pursing her

walk to the coffee table and set the food down. “Why the rush, Rosie?” As he spoke,

still have to go back to the

you had lunch? Jonathan

off guard, Rosalie paused and blinked

with me? I’m curious about the food at the diner where you work now,” Jonathan said, pulling

on her shoulders made it impossible for her

lifted her head and

don’t want to have a meal with me?”