The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 181

“Wait here for a moment while I go out to get some medicine,” Rosalie said to Jonathan. With those words, she hurried out of the memorial hall.

Jonathan lay on the sofa and thought to himself, “Wait for a moment, she said?” He recalled a similar late evening when she had Igone out to buy him medicine, uttering the very same promise.

“Well then, I will wait,” Jonathan reassured himself. He would wait for her to come back.

That very moment, Rosalie dashed toward the iron gate of the mansion. A streetlight by the gate cast a light upon the deliveryman’s face, revealing a puzzled expression.

Clearly, the deliveryman had not anticipated delivering medicine to the manor of a prominent family at this late hour.

“Did you the place the order, Ms. Leighton?” inquired the young man.

“Yes, it’s mine,” Rosalie answered. She took the medicine from the young man’s grasp, thanked him, and then turned around to sprint toward the memorial hall.

The deliveryman scratched his head, casting a gaze upon the seemingly boundless manor before him, still trying to catch his breath as he marveled at its grandeur.

Inside the security room of the Youngblood Residence, several guards stared at the surveillance screen in disbelief as they watched Rosalie’s frantic sprint from the memorial hall to fetch medicine, and then her dash back.

“Unbelievable! She actually came out unscathed,” someone exclaimed.

“She had even ordered… takeout?” As the surveillance cameras could not provide a close-up view, they could only see Rosalie receiving a package from the delivery guy.

“She has not been asked to leave by Mr. Youngblood, and she’s having takeout with him now?” the others gasped in astonishment.

aware that Jonathan had allowed Rosalie to stay at the Youngblood residence. They knew

restricted to access. Apart from the housekeepers, with decades of experience serving the Youngblood family, only

a woman had

memorial hall through the surveillance cameras, they made light-hearted comments, half expecting her to be promptly escorted out, perhaps banished

stay for quite some time, but she

order for takeout.

It was simply astonishing.

to the newfound regard she had garnered among the security guards of the Youngblood

eyes closed. His pale face, devoid of any color, contrasted starkly with the crimson stain on his

she noticed a faint trace of blood on his lips,

had also formed on

a glass of lukewarm water and unwrapping the medicine, carefully following the

as before, she had returned breathless like this. Even if she feared him, resented him, or possibly even hated him, she could not bear to see him in pain, could she? The

lips and swallowed the medicine Rosalie offered along with the

lips. Jonathan must have been in great pain

keep looking at me like that, I’ll think

to her senses, her cheeks flushing. “I was only checking your lips as they’re bitten.

intentions. If you want to kiss me, I’ll be fine with it if it’s you,” he said, though

forehead. However, his speech had considerably steadied and was no longer plagued by

avoiding eye contact with Jonathan to prevent her face from turning

before her. The candle in front of the portrait was still

the candle burning? It’s almost finished,” Rosalie asked. Typically, during a memorial, candles were meant

the lit candles and flower wreaths, it