The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 267

Rosalie rarely heard Jonathan referring to someone as a friend, hinting at a profound connection between him and Alan. She greeted Alan with grace, “Hello, I’m Rosalie.”

“Hello, I’ve been eager to meet you for some time now. Unfortunately, circumstances never seemed to align until now,” Alan replied with a smile. His curiosity had long piqued about the woman who had captivated his friend’s heart.

Particularly memorable was that New Year’s Eve when Jonathan had boldly ventured to a small town near Strico, accompanied by a cadre of officers from the police station, all in pursuit of that woman. For that woman, Jonathan had even left behind his grandfather in the Youngblood family, a move that had left Alan both astonished and intrigued.

Now, as Alan looked at Rosalie, he realized that although she was not the kind of stunning beauty that would leave people breathless, she exuded a gentle aura that put others at ease, offering a soothing, non-threatening comfort in her presence. In Rosalie’s company, her influence was evident, calming Jonathan’s usual restlessness.

Suddenly, Alan began to understand why his friend had fallen for Rosalie. In their world of constant scheming and deceit, pretense often outweighed sincerity. Even at the pinnacle of their power, a slight misstep could lead to their downfall. While they might appear to be at ease, beneath the surface, they were always on their guard.

In such a high-stakes environment, Rosalie’s serene and soothing presence was a rare gem.

“By the way, while making my way here, I overheard discussions about this year’s internet trends. Would you care to join us?” Alan asked Jonathan. As the former mentioned the names of those participating, Rosalie instantly recognized them as prominent figures in the internet world.

Those were individuals whom she would never cross paths with in her everyday life, yet there she was, being in the same banquet.

Upon hearing that, Jonathan appeared interested. He turned to Rosalie and asked, “Would you like to join me?”

“No, I would not grasp what was being talked about. You go ahead. I’ll take a moment to rest right here,” Rosalie declined.

“Alright,” Jonathan nodded. Then he added, “What about food?”

myself. Don’t worry.” Rosalie’s

friend, the typically self-assured Jonathan, assume a protective role. The latter was even advising Rosalie not to indulge in certain alcoholic beverages, cautioning her about the strength of the drinks, and suggesting she be cautious while walking to avoid accidents. He even proposed that she could ask a waiter for help if she did not want to

if he were

to cradling her. protectively in the palms of his hands, fearing

who was known for being a demanding figure in Strico, had never shown such concern

he was determined to cater to

the two walked away from Rosalie, Alan could not resist commenting, “I

admitted

that, Alan’s eyes widened in

glance and retorted, “Is there a need for me

Gulp!

throat. There was only one conclusion to draw. The woman Rosalie he had just met was

she’s the fortunate one,” Alan murmured

softly confessed. Or perhaps it could be said that

might already be married to Zachary, with children, and they

was left in awe

distinct feeling that

sip. It had a

she could not have too much of the champagne. With her limited tolerance for alcohol, overindulging would only

weaving a vibrant tapestry of accomplished individuals. In the past, she had

When talking to people at the banquet, she had been mindful not to put her then-boyfriend Zachary

as she contemplated those moments, it felt like a different