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.

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very ordinary dishes, not as

cook because you made

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

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

When you prepare these dishes, your thoughts are undoubtedly centered on me, right?

an intimidating degree. He yearned to claim even her

a pebble dropped into the serene pond of her heart,

It wa

though he was communicating that she was truly

from

couldn’t help but contemplate whether she held such significance in his life. After all, their

appeared he had no motive to

was no apparent incentive for him

okay?” His compelling voice, brimming with an irresistible longing, repeated the same question

when I have some 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 tidying up the

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about to close the lunchbox lid, she suddenly let out a soft exclamation. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back,

he

replied. She usually kept her nails well-maintained, but in the past few days, she had overlooked

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

“Yes.” She nodded.

his phone and dialing his secretary’s number. “Do you

Rosalie almost choked on her

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