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

Youngblood in his

“Yes,” a secretary replied.

there anyone else in his office right now?” Just to be sure, Rosalie asked again. After all, she didn’t want to walk into a room full of executives with him later; that

his office

the office door and knocked twice before entering the room. Inside, she saw Jonathan seated at his desk, engrossed in a video

he was alone in the room, he was in the middle of a meeting. The only consolation was that the camera for the ongoing conference was not facing her direction, so she didn’t have to

give me a moment; the meeting will be

her voice barely louder than

in the video conference. “Oh, Jonathan,

someone else,” another

it. I’ve never seen Jonathan speak so gently

French, and they were discussing whether Rosalie was the same person

with her good command of French, understood every word

conversation only made Rosalie feel even

the end, Jonathan simply stated, “It’s

your relationship with her? Are

country would dare to ask such a direct question to

heard Jonathan respond in French, “She’s

been tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

Jonathan walked over to Rosalie and asked, “What’s wrong? Your face turned so

nothing,” she

examining the blush on her cheeks. “Is it

but her silence was

we have a chance in the future,

“Introduce?” she exclaimed.

“What’s wrong? Don’t