The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 220

“Even if Calvin wants to take you away, he can’t, can he? Because the person you like is me, and the person you’re destined to fall in love with in the future is also me, right?”

He murmured, his voice soft, his warm breath brushing against her face. As his words trailed off, he kissed her lips.

He wouldn’t allow anyone else to have her; she belonged to him alone.

The following morning, when Rosalie awoke, Jonathan had already left for work. After breakfast, she set about preparing a lunchbox for him.

The Youngblood Residence was well-equipped with lunchboxes and ingredients, and the nearby chefs were ready to assist Rosalie if she encountered any difficulties or needed help.

By the time she finished making the lunchbox, Rosalie felt that her cooking skills had improved a notch.

With the lunchbox in hand, she made her way to the Youngblood Group. Today, she was chauffeured by a driver from the Youngblood family. Consequently, the security guards at the company’s entrance were taken aback when they saw Rosalie stepping out of the car.

Although many people in the company had heard about the enigmatic delivery rider, no one had anticipated that this rider would transition from an electric scooter to a private car so quickly!

Especially the car… Several security guards had already recognized that car as the CEO’s car!

Moreover, the driver was also from the CEO’s family!

To claim that the rider had no connection to Jonathan was simply unbelievable.

In fact, Rosalie was quite familiar with the security guards at the entrance. As she passed by, she greeted them proactively. “Good afternoon.”

“G-Good…” the security guards stammered in response.

located. Everyone on this floor recognized Rosalie, and many of them knew that although she appeared to be a delivery person, her relationship with their CEO was far from

in his office?”

“Yes,” a secretary replied.

now?” Just to be sure, Rosalie asked again. After all, she didn’t want to walk into

Mr. Youngblood is alone in his office

the room. Inside, she saw Jonathan seated at his

consolation was that the camera

moment; the meeting will be over soon,”

Rosalie replied, her voice barely louder than a

it, she overheard voices in the video

be someone else,” another

doubt it. I’ve never seen Jonathan speak

they were discussing whether Rosalie was the same person they had

good command of French, understood every

only made

Jonathan simply stated, “It’s

her? Are you two lovers?” Foreigners tend to be more direct in

in the country would dare to ask such a

in French,

instant, Rosalie felt as though her heart had been tightly gripped by an invisible hand. Even

to Rosalie and asked, “What’s wrong? Your

It’s nothing,”

blush on her cheeks. “Is

verbally, but

have a chance in the future, I’ll introduce you

“Introduce?” she exclaimed.

eyebrow slightly. “What’s wrong? Don’t