The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 181

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

housekeepers, with decades of experience serving the Youngblood family, only Jonathan and Leonard

now, a woman

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

did this woman go in and stay for

order for takeout.

It was simply astonishing.

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

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

faint trace of blood on his lips, likely from him inadvertently biting them

had also formed on his

spoke while pouring a glass of lukewarm water

or possibly even hated him, she could not bear to see him in pain, could she? The thought

his lips and swallowed the medicine Rosalie offered along with

lips. Jonathan

that, I’ll think you’re trying to kiss me.” Jonathan’s voice

was only checking your lips as

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

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

with Jonathan to prevent her face from

of Jonathan’s late father on the table before her. The candle in front

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

lit candles and flower wreaths, it seemed like some form

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