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.

again as if she blushed so easily in front of him. “Is that okay?” his voice echoed, asking for her

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ordinary dishes, not as good as your

you cook because you made it,”

hint of doubt. Even if he didn’t hold high culinary expectations, why would he desire her “ordinary” dishes on a regular basis? After all, the professional chef

sweet talk, akin to seeing beauty through the eyes of a lover? After all, he had previously professed his fondness for anything

her uncertainty, he gently elaborated, “Rosie, I find it endearing when you dedicate your time to me. When you prepare these dishes, your thoughts are undoubtedly centered on me, right? So when I enjoy your

perhaps even to an intimidating degree.

of her heart, causing ripples.

It wa

that she was

he derived immense joy from even

help but contemplate whether she held such significance in his life. After all, their acquaintance spanned a mere six months. Could his emotions for her genuinely run so

had no motive to

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

compelling voice, brimming with an irresistible longing, repeated

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

race.

said with a

head and began tidying

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as she was about to close the lunchbox lid, she suddenly let out a soft exclamation. Instinctively,

wrong?” he

trim it later,” she replied. She usually kept her nails well-maintained, but in the past few days, she had overlooked it, and they had grown slightly longer than

nail that had been slightly damaged. “Is it this one?” Gently, he held her left index finger, noticing a tiny

“Yes.” She nodded.

a moment,” he said, picking up his phone and dialing his secretary’s number.

Rosalie almost choked on her

be choked with surprise was the secretary who answered the call.