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

housekeepers, with decades of experience serving

a woman

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

did this woman go in and stay for quite some time, but

order for takeout.

It was simply astonishing.

to the newfound regard she had garnered among the security guards of the Youngblood residence. She had only wanted to swiftly return

memorial hall, 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

she noticed a faint trace of blood on his lips, likely from him inadvertently biting

also formed on

pouring a glass of lukewarm water and unwrapping the medicine,

eyes, fixing them upon 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 relief to the pain he was

lips and swallowed the medicine Rosalie offered along

Jonathan must have been in great

I’ll think you’re trying to kiss me.” Jonathan’s voice broke the

cheeks flushing. “I was only checking your lips as they’re bitten. I didn’t

to kiss me, I’ll be fine with

sweat on his forehead. However, his speech had considerably steadied and was no

her gaze, avoiding eye contact with Jonathan to prevent

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

candle burning? It’s almost finished,” Rosalie asked.

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