The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 545

Chapter 545

Simultaneously, on the other side, Rosalie sat at the dining table and looked at the dishes served on the table that were still steaming hot. However, their appearances looked quite ordinary and did not seem to be made by a professional chef.

“I made them. Have a taste,” Jonathan said as if he had read her thoughts.

Rosalie was slightly surprised, thinking, “He knows how to cook, too?”

“You cooked for me in the rental home back then. Now, I do the same for you. Isn’t that good? If you think they taste bad, I’ll improve next time,” he said. His beautiful eyes gazed at her amusingly as if there had never been a breakup or painful memories between them.

It seemed like their relationship had returned to the warmest time.

Rosalie looked away uncomfortably, refusing to meet his eyes.

His eyes seemed like they contained magic, sending ripples in her tranquil heart.

“Where are the housekeepers? Why don’t I see them?” She tried to find another topic.

“There are no housekeepers here,” Jonathan said. “Of course, someone will come here regularly to restock the ingredients in the refrigerator and clean the place, but you won’t have a chance to see these people. You can think of it as you and I are the only ones here.”

Rosalie was shocked.

He continued, “It’s only me and you here, so you can look at me carefully and think about when you will fall in love with me again.”

“As I said, it’s impossible,” she said.

“And as I said, you will fall in love with me again!” He insisted. “If you really think it’s impossible, why won’t you even look at

me now?”

lip and suddenly turned around, her eyes finally looking

like that, their gazes met

but he merely stared at her with a

“Okay, let’s eat first. The food will get cold if we don’t.”

saying that, he averted his gaze, took a

felt relieved. She pondered momentarily and thought it was a little childish. The way

eyes like that to deny she

could clearly feel her heart beating faster and faster as if it was telling her how strong of an influence he

and

good nor bad, but it might shock

she could one day eat his home-cooked food under

could not

thing from her. “However, only a few people know of this place. The Youngblood

“Is he implying it’s hard for

the only one confined in this place,” he

blinked, thinking, “What did

initially bought to lock her

pondered, “There used to

an oath to one another. Therefore, the ancestor of the Youngblood

cold. Echoing throughout the antique dining hall, his voice gave off a chilling and overpowering feeling.

she first thought

she had a

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