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.

once again as if she blushed so easily in front

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as good as your

what you cook because you

doubt. Even if he didn’t hold high culinary expectations, why would he desire her “ordinary” dishes

form of sweet talk, akin to seeing beauty through the eyes of a lover? After all,

you prepare these dishes, your thoughts are undoubtedly centered on me, right? So when I enjoy your

perhaps even to an intimidating degree.

pond of her heart, causing ripples. His

It wa

that she was truly

he derived immense joy from even the

After all, their acquaintance spanned a

appeared he had no motive to deceive

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

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

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

race.

said with a

head and began tidying up the

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table. Just as she was about to close the lunchbox lid, she suddenly let out a soft exclamation. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back, sharply inhaling due to the

wrong?” he asked

accidentally broke a nail. I’ll 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

been slightly damaged. “Is it this one?” Gently, he held her

“Yes.” She nodded.

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

this, Rosalie almost choked on her

choked with surprise was the secretary who answered the call.