The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 291

At that moment, she found herself in a situation that made her both amused and perplexed.

Yet, quietly observing him on the side was also a gratifying experience. It was something she had never imagined-her and him, spending time together in such a manner.

In his office, he was completely absorbed, swiftly reviewing the documents in his hands while continuously annotating

them.

It was clear that his speed in reviewing was remarkable, and concurrently, he occasionally gave instructions for follow-up tasks to the senior on the other end of his computer.

As Rosalie watched Jonathan in this state, a sense of admiration suddenly washed over her. People often said that men were at their most charming when they were engrossed in their work, and it appeared to be true in this case.

Everyone knew that Jonathan was the reigning titan of the business world, due to his association with the century-old powerhouse, the Youngblood family. However, no one was born to be great; even with the Youngblood family’s support, if he was not hard-working enough, he would still fail to maintain his position at any time.

The current position of the Youngblood family and his standing were the result of his tireless work.

Rosalie’s gaze settled on the side profile of Jonathan’s face. From her view, she could see his well-defined nose, distinct facial. contours, alluring lips, and unwavering jawline.

In this moment, his eyelids were half-lowered as he remained focused on the documents in front of him. His long eyelashes cast a captivating shadow on his eyelids.

His eyes were truly striking, and when those eyes met hers, it was as if they were shimmering with a multitude of emotions, inviting an irresistible urge to keep looking.

“I like your eyes,” suddenly, this phrase flashed through her mind!

and there came a faint headache. Had she

Calvin’s tearful eyes flooded her

she thinking of Calvin? Rosalie vigorously shook her head, attempting to dispel these thoughts of Calvin

you shaking your head?” Out of nowhere, a voice suddenly

Jonathan had,

of Calvin. After all, Calvin had clearly been intoxicated tonight, and he likely had no recollection of his

had mistaken her for someone

Youngblood family had a good relationship, and Calvin and Jonathan had apparently been childhood friends. She didn’t want any real friction to arise between

thought, “Just treat tonight’s events as if they

decided to hide it

satisfied with her response. He arched an eyebrow slightly

seemed to peer

thinking… You probably don’t cry very often,” she struggled to concoct a

now, the more implausible the explanation, the more he seemed inclined to accept it. He couldn’t help but smile. “Why, do you want to see

one day, he did

didn’t really want to witness him cry. It was just that even resilient men like him had their vulnerable moments. Whenever he mentioned his parents, it made her feel like he was as delicate as

you want to see me cry, I will,” he said, his voice echoing once again

stared at him in astonishment, her face filled with disbelief. Did he

on?” He smiled

“You said, you…”

best to fulfill whatever you desire,” he

in his dark pupils. He was smiling but was spelling his

that?” His voice whispered in her ear once more, like the sweetest

head and