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.

way to the floor where Jonathan’s office was located. Everyone on this floor recognized Rosalie, and many of them knew that although she appeared to be a delivery

Mr. Youngblood in his office?”

“Yes,” a secretary replied.

After all, she didn’t want to walk into a room full of executives with him

Youngblood is alone in his office right

room. Inside, she saw Jonathan seated at his

felt a bit uncomfortable. Even though he was alone in the room, he was in the middle of a meeting. The only consolation was that the camera for

here. Just give me a moment; the meeting

right,” Rosalie replied, her voice barely louder than a

table. Before she could place the lunchbox on it, she overheard voices in the video conference. “Oh, Jonathan, is that the woman we saw in our last meeting?” one voice

someone else,” another

I’ve never seen Jonathan speak so gently to

whether Rosalie was the same person they

her good command of French, understood every

the conversation only made Rosalie feel

Jonathan simply

her? Are you two lovers?”

country would dare to ask such

in French,

heart had been tightly gripped by an invisible

the video conference ended, Jonathan walked over to Rosalie and asked, “What’s wrong?

nothing,” she quickly

on her cheeks. “Is it because of what those

respond verbally, but her

a chance in the future,

“Introduce?” she exclaimed.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want