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.

flushed once again as if she blushed so easily in front of him.

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not as good as your household

what you cook because you made

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 different

talk, akin to seeing beauty through the eyes of a lover? After all, he had previously professed

time to me. When you prepare these dishes, your thoughts are undoubtedly centered on me, right? So when

to an intimidating degree. He yearned to claim even her

her heart, causing ripples. His gaze, voice, and words all consistently conveyed the depth of his

It wa

that she was truly

derived immense joy from even the smallest

their acquaintance spanned a mere

appeared he had no motive

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

brimming with an irresistible longing, repeated the same

prepare more for you,” she

race.

he said with a gentle

swiftly lowered her head and began tidying up the lunchboxes

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table. Just as she was about to close the lunchbox lid, she suddenly let out a

he asked

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

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

“Yes.” She nodded.

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

hearing this, Rosalie almost choked on

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