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.

as if she blushed so easily in front of him. “Is that okay?”

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not as good as your

I like what you cook because

high culinary expectations, why would he desire her “ordinary” dishes on a regular basis? After all, the professional chef in

form of sweet talk, akin to seeing beauty through the eyes of a

he gently elaborated, “Rosie, I find it endearing when you dedicate your time to me. When you prepare these dishes, your thoughts are

intimidating degree. He yearned

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

It wa

was communicating that she was truly unique to

derived immense joy from even the smallest

contemplate whether she held such significance in his life. After all, their acquaintance spanned a mere six

had no

there was no apparent incentive for him to

compelling voice, brimming with an irresistible longing, repeated the same question for the third

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

race.

he said with a gentle

her head and began tidying up the

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suddenly let out a

wrong?” he asked

nothing, I accidentally broke a nail. I’ll trim it later,” she replied. She usually kept her nails well-maintained, but in the past

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 the edge of the nail. A quick trim should resolve the

“Yes.” She nodded.

picking up his phone and dialing

Rosalie almost choked on

who answered the call. She couldn’t fathom