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.

her way to the floor where Jonathan’s office was located. Everyone on this floor recognized Rosalie, and many of them knew that

is Mr. Youngblood in his office?”

“Yes,” a secretary replied.

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 would

in his

door and knocked twice before entering the room. Inside, she saw Jonathan seated

middle of a meeting. The only consolation was

a moment; the

Rosalie replied, her voice barely louder than a

she overheard voices in the video conference. “Oh, Jonathan, is that the woman we saw in our

could be someone else,” another

Jonathan speak so gently

in French, and they were discussing whether Rosalie was the

of French, understood

the conversation only made Rosalie feel

Jonathan simply

foreigners asked, “Oh, Jonathan, what’s your relationship with her? Are you two lovers?” Foreigners tend to be more direct

country would dare to ask

in French, “She’s the person I love the

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

Rosalie and asked, “What’s wrong? Your face turned

It’s nothing,” she quickly

her face, closely examining the blush on her cheeks. “Is it because

verbally, but her silence

chance in the future, I’ll introduce you to them,”

“Introduce?” she exclaimed.

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