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.

to stay at the Youngblood residence. They knew that this woman held a special place

hall was strictly restricted to access. Apart from the housekeepers, with decades of experience serving the Youngblood

a woman had

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

to their surprise, not only did this woman go in and stay for

order for takeout.

It was simply astonishing.

moment, Rosalie remained oblivious to the newfound regard she had garnered among the security guards of the Youngblood residence.

she found Jonathan still curled up on the sofa, his eyes closed. His pale face, devoid of any color, contrasted starkly with the crimson stain on his

blood on his lips,

formed

glass of lukewarm water and unwrapping the medicine, carefully following

returned breathless like this. Even if she feared him, resented him, or possibly even hated

Jonathan parted his lips and swallowed the medicine Rosalie offered along with

lingered on his lips. There were visible bite marks on his lips. Jonathan must have been in great pain to have bitten his lips in such a

looking at me like that, I’ll think you’re trying to kiss me.” Jonathan’s voice broke the

her senses, her cheeks flushing. “I was only checking your

intentions. If you want to kiss me, I’ll be

beads of sweat on his forehead. However, his speech had considerably

quickly averted her gaze, avoiding eye contact with

her. The candle in front of the portrait was still

asked. Typically, during a memorial, candles were meant to burn

by the arrangement with the lit candles and flower wreaths, it seemed like some form of ceremony