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.

dawn approaching?”

retrieved it to see an

button, Gary’s concerned voice echoed from her phone. “Mrs. Youngblood,

still here. When they wake 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

home today?” Gary inquired.

today or not,” Rosalie replied before

even if it meant standing

time as she stood there. Fatigue and tiredness weighed heavily on her,

voice echoed in her ears. “Mrs. Youngblood, are

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head. “I’m fine. However, do you

was taken aback by her request.

squatting at the gate, enjoying breakfast provided by the security guard-an omelet, oatmeal, and

provided by the manor. According to the security guard, they, with considerable effort, managed to

Continuing to endure this would only cause you more distress. Why not head back for now? When Mr. Youngblood wishes

head resolutely while continuing to eat her breakfast.

then and going back home

her strength, ensuring her body didn’t give in. If she couldn’t meet him that day, she contemplated asking Gary to send a

a headache creep in upon hearing her determination.

it that Jonathan doted on Rosalie immensely. Despite her five-year absence and her sudden return with a daughter, Jonathan harbored deep concern for her. There were even videos on the internet showcasing Jonathan shielding her with his body from the onslaught

about why Jonathan

to a 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 of favor just

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