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.”

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

remarked.

could tell that the security guards

for it.

you… But may I ask, how did you know my

Mr. Gibson who informed us. Mr. Gibson also instructed

works for Jonathan?” Rosalie wondered, furrowing her brows in suspicion. She had encountered him several times in the hospital back

but bite

there some sort of connection between her and Mr. Gibson? We have tons of food delivery workers coming by every

over the higher-ups’ matters,” the security captain advised. “In any case, when

at the front desk greeted her and simply asked for her

a tall woman in business attire approached her. “You must be Ms. Leighton. I made the order. You may leave the rest here,

her earlier suspicions

the CEO of Youngblood Group. Are these two

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

a voice sounded

bent over a stack of documents. “I’ll place your takeaway on the coffee table,” Rosalie said, pursing her

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

the diner

Jonathan changed the topic

guard, Rosalie paused and blinked

seems you haven’t eaten 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

instinctively tried to stand up, but the strength on

She lifted her head

to have a meal