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.

so easily in front of

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very ordinary dishes, not as good

I like what you cook

her “ordinary” dishes on a regular basis? After all, the professional chef in his residence operated on a

to please her? A form of sweet talk, akin to seeing beauty through the eyes of a lover? After all, he had previously professed his fondness

to me. When you prepare these dishes, your thoughts

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

heart, causing ripples. His gaze, voice, and words all consistently conveyed

It wa

though he was communicating that she was truly unique

seemed he derived immense joy from even the smallest gestures she

life. After all, their

he had

had nothing to offer him at present, so there was no apparent incentive for him to

His compelling voice, brimming with an irresistible longing,

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

race.

he said with

and began tidying up the

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she was about to close the lunchbox lid, she suddenly let out

he

nails well-maintained, but in the past few days, she had overlooked it,

the nail that had been slightly damaged. “Is it this one?” Gently, he held her left index finger, noticing a tiny crack at the edge of the nail. A quick trim

“Yes.” She nodded.

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

Rosalie almost choked on

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