The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 179

In the past, Jonathan would never leave the Youngblood residence on this day, even if something big happened at night. He would spend the entire night by his father’s memorial tablet, reminding himself not to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Year after year, it had always been the case.

But tonight. it changed!

Rosalie was taken out of the hospital by Jonathan.

A black car stopped at the hospital entrance. After getting inside, Rosalie felt as if she were in a dream. She had anticipated tonight to be a nightmare, but she never expected him to show up.

He put

his hand on her and asked, “Scared?” Even at this moment, her hand still trembled slightly.

Rosalie bit her lower lip and nodded. Indeed, how could she not be scared: It was as if her fate was entirely in someone else’s hands, and all her struggles felt so helpless.

It was like someone else’s words could determine her life or death.

“I was careless today,” Jonathan said. “I thought my grandfather wouldn’t bother you for the time being. I never expected him to be so impatient and choose today of all days.”

She was stunned. “Today… Is there anything special?”

When she asked that, his expression subtly changed. He pursed his thin lips, and his beautiful, deep-set eyes stared straight at her as if he was going to swallow her whole.

the car

pull her hand back, but Jonathan tightened his grip, holding her hand firmly in his palm. He stared at her silently for a while before

something that can’t be discussed on this day?’

staring at her just now, she had felt as if she had touched upon some sort of

arrived at the Youngblood residence. Rosalie

should get some rest. My grandfather made his move today and already knew the answer he wanted. He won’t casually bother you again, so you don’t need to be afraid anymore.” Jonathan said. As grandfather and grandson, he could casily understand the reason behind

response. Jonathan sent her back to the room. Just as she entered the room, she noticed he

thought and was stunned

night, she lay in bed. Somehow, she couldn’t

toward the stairs, thinking. “Where was he going? Wasn’t he going back to his room?” She had a

glanced at the door between

that door to find out whether he had returned to his room

when it comes to a man like Jonathan, you shouldn’t have any curiosity at all!” She kept telling herself this in her mind, but her hand couldn’t resist

her. She looked around the room through the

in the room. So, where could he be? Downstairs?” she

she

not finding

there were rooms for housekeepers, a garden, a

the Youngblood residence for so long, she had never really explored it and had no idea just how large it

the eye could see, except for some scattered lighting along the way, everything was

breeze blew, sending a chill through the air. Rosalie instinctively pulled her collar tighter. She couldn’t help but ask herself, “Why am I looking for Jonathan? Am I afraid

the Youngblood

reassure herself that he had rushed to save her today, so she felt grateful. And now, all she wanted was to make sure

glimmer of light caught her