The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 221

On the other end of the phone, Amelia’s voice came through, “Rosalie, Aiden’s surgery went very smoothly. The doctor said that once Aiden adjusts in the next couple of days, we can start systematic training to help him recognize sounds.”

“That’s wonderful,” Rosalie expressed her joy. “All right, I’ll come to see Aiden this afternoon.”

With that, Rosalie confirmed the specific hospital ward where Aiden was located and ended the call.

“Is it about that child who can’t hear?” Jonathan asked as he looked at Rosalie.

“Yes, Aiden’s surgery went well. Since I have some free time this afternoon, I plan to visit him at the hospital,” Rosalie explained.

“In that case, I’ll accompany you,” Jonathan said.

“You’ll accompany me?” Rosalie widened her eyes in surprise. “But… don’t you have to work?”

“I’ll have my secretary reschedule my afternoon appointments; they’re not urgent anyway,” Jonathan said casually.

However, Rosalie had a feeling that in a company as large as his, being the CEO meant that nearly everything was an “urgent matter.”

“Why, don’t you want me to accompany you?” he asked in return.

“Not… not at all,” she replied. Honestly, his willingness to accompany her was both surprising and sweet.

“Then it’s settled,” Jonathan said, lowering his head to continue eating.

Rosalie followed suit, focusing on her meal. When she was nearly finished, she heard his voice in her ear. “Rosie, can you cook for me more often in the future?”

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She was taken aback, lifting her head to meet his obsidian eyes.

He suddenly gave a gentle smile, raising his hand to wipe something from the corner of her lips. She then realized there was a pesto stain there.

in front of him. “Is that okay?” his voice echoed, asking

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dishes, not as good as

like what you cook because you made

desire her “ordinary” dishes on a regular basis? After

saying this merely to please her? A form of sweet talk, akin to seeing beauty through the

find it endearing when you dedicate your time to me. When you prepare these dishes, your thoughts are undoubtedly centered on me, right? So

to deepen, perhaps even to an intimidating degree. He yearned to

of her heart, causing ripples.

It wa

though he was communicating that she was

joy from even

such significance in his life. After all, their acquaintance spanned a mere six

it appeared he had

to offer him at present, so there was no apparent incentive for him to be dishonest,

compelling voice, brimming with an irresistible longing, repeated

free time, I’ll prepare more for you,” she replied, finally regaining her composure, although her

race.

he said with

swiftly lowered her head and began

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let out

he

kept her nails well-maintained, but in the past few days, she had overlooked it, and they had grown slightly

he said, reaching for her hand to examine the nail that had been slightly damaged. “Is it this one?” Gently, he held her left index finger, noticing a tiny crack at the

“Yes.” She nodded.

picking up his phone and dialing his secretary’s number. “Do you have any nail clippers

this, Rosalie almost choked

about to be choked with surprise was the secretary who answered the call. She couldn’t fathom why her CEO had called to ask for a nail