The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 954

Carlos instinctively discerned Jonathan’s simmering displeasure with Rosalie. Lately, Jonathan had secluded himself in the manor, diligently attending to his tasks, fully eschewing the company premises. Despite his absence, the company’s employees palpably sensed an atmosphere of uncertainty akin to treading on fragile ground.

In a matter of mere days, he had dismissed three senior executives. One could only fathom the extent of the impending upheaval should Jonathan’s ire persist for another span.

Over the last 48 hours, numerous individuals sought Carlos out, inquiring about the abrupt termination of their colleagues by Jonathan. Perplexed, Carlos found himself at a loss for an explanation. Even if he possessed the courage, he dared not divulge the truth-their boss’ actions were rooted in a domestic discord with his spouse.

Fortunately, Rosalie had at last made her entrance. Carlos noted that she alone wielded the peculiar knack to incite such profound ire in Jonathan, yet she also appeared to possess the elusive power to soothe his stormy temperament.

Carlos hastened toward the pond. Presently, Jonathan stood serenely by the water, and his gaze fixed upon a meticulously nurtured lotus blossom gracing the pond’s surface.

Although it was not the typical season for lotuses to be in full bloom, the lotuses adorning that pond exhibited an unusually beautiful blossoming.

“Mr. Youngblood, Mrs. Youngblood adamantly declined to leave the manor’s doorway. It appears she intends to persist there until you meet with her,” Carlos reported. Meanwhile, his keen eyes attentively studied Jonathan’s reaction.

Jonathan’s handsome countenance remained unchanged, displaying no flicker of emotion upon hearing the news as if he had been informed of a mundane occurrence.

“If she wishes to wait, then so be it,” Jonathan remarked nonchalantly.

“Understood,” Carlos responded. Given the directive, it was evident that Jonathan was deeply upset with her this time.

“You may take your leave now. I want to be alone,” Jonathan uttered.

Carlos nodded subtly and left. Jonathan remained rooted by the pond, and his gaze fixed upon the lotus blooms while assuming a statue-like stillness.

Rosalie couldn’t gauge the duration of her standing, but she noticed that her legs had grown achy, and the sky gradually lightened with the approaching dawn.

approaching?” she

it to see an incoming call from Gary.

the answer button, Gary’s concerned voice echoed from her phone. “Mrs. Youngblood, are you still at the manor?

up, let them know I had to leave early for work,” Rosalie stated. She fixed her gaze on the manor before her as she took a deep breath. “And, Gary, if I don’t return today, please assist me in finding a plausible excuse to tell them,” she instructed.

returning home today?” Gary inquired.

I can meet Jon today or not,” Rosalie replied before

she was resolute in her decision to meet Jonathan, even if

and tiredness weighed heavily on her, and hunger gnawed at

the security guard’s voice echoed in her ears. “Mrs. Youngblood, are you

<

fine. However, do you

The security guard was taken aback by her

provided by the security guard-an omelet, oatmeal, and some dried fruits to

foods were the breakfast provided by the manor. According to the security guard, they, with considerable effort,

this would only cause

her head resolutely while continuing to eat her breakfast. “No. I

had a nagging intuition that retreating then and going back home might make it even more improbable to

couldn’t meet him that day, she contemplated asking Gary to send a tent so that she could set

help but feel a headache creep

daughter, Jonathan harbored deep concern for her. There were even videos on the internet showcasing Jonathan shielding her with

remained puzzled about why Jonathan refused to allow Rosalie inside the manor.

lingering concern that Rosalie might soon lose Jonathan’s favor. However, after the events of last night, especially the phone call from Carlos, it appeared that she hadn’t fallen out

from Carlos the previous night, the security guard couldn’t help