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.

front of him. “Is

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ordinary dishes, not as good as your household chef,” she

what? I like what 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 in his residence operated on a completely

talk, akin to seeing beauty through the eyes of

dishes, your thoughts are undoubtedly centered on me, right? So when I enjoy your cooking, it brings me happiness because it’s something crafted by

intimidating degree. He yearned to claim

pebble dropped into the serene pond of her heart, causing ripples. His gaze, voice,

It wa

that she was truly unique

immense joy from even the smallest gestures

help but contemplate whether she held such significance in his life. After all, their acquaintance spanned

appeared he had no motive to deceive

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

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

when I have some free time, I’ll prepare more for you,”

race.

he said with

head and began tidying

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lunchbox lid, she suddenly let out a soft

wrong?” he

I’ll trim it later,” she replied. She usually kept her nails well-maintained, but in the

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 edge of the nail. A quick trim

“Yes.” She nodded.

said, picking up his phone and dialing his secretary’s number. “Do you have

almost choked on

the secretary who answered the call. She couldn’t fathom why her CEO had