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.

guards were aware that Jonathan had allowed Rosalie to stay at the Youngblood residence. They knew that this woman held

was strictly restricted to access. Apart from the housekeepers, with decades of experience serving the Youngblood family, only Jonathan and Leonard were allowed to

now, a woman had

cameras, they made light-hearted comments, half expecting her to be promptly escorted out, perhaps banished from the Youngblood residence by Jonathan himself

this woman go in and stay for quite some time,

order for takeout.

It was simply astonishing.

the security guards of the Youngblood residence. She had only wanted to

the memorial hall, she found Jonathan still curled up on the sofa, his eyes closed. His pale

trace of blood on his lips, likely from him inadvertently biting them while enduring the

had also formed

spoke while pouring a glass of lukewarm water and unwrapping the medicine, carefully following the instructions to retrieve the

her. Just 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 thought offered some

his lips and swallowed the medicine Rosalie offered along with the

gaze 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

at me like that, I’ll think

“I was only checking your lips as they’re

me, I’ll be fine with it if it’s you,” he said, though he still

However, his speech had considerably steadied and

avoiding eye contact with Jonathan to prevent

father on the table before her. The candle in front of the portrait was still burning, but

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

and flower wreaths, it seemed like some form of ceremony to