Chapter 153
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Rosalieâs face blushed involuntarily. Subconsciously, she wanted to turn her head away.
But in the next moment, his fingers gently tilted her chin. âRosie, it seemed like you were observing me quite attentively just now. Why? Do you find me attractive?â
Her breath caught as she pondered, âHow should I respond to this? Handsome or not handsome? It seemed like neither answer would be a good choice!â Rosalie felt her cheeks growing warmer. She longed to avert her gaze, but his eyes were inescapable.
The housekeeper beside her, though she sensibly kept her head down and avoided looking at the unfolding scene, couldnât help but feel shocked just by listening to their conversation.
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The housekeeper thought, âMr. Youngblood does treat Ms. Leighton differently. Could it be true what some are saying, that Ms. Leighton might become the wife of the heir of the Youngblood family? Butâ¦
Wasnât Ms. Leighton a sanitary worker in the Environment and Sanitation Administration before? Could it be possible for Mr. Youngblood to marry such a woman?â
At night, Rosalie lay in bed, struggling to fall asleep. She looked at her fingers wrapped in gauze, lit by the moonlight streaming through the window. Jonathan had been diligently changing her dressings in the past few days.
He was far more attentive to her than Zachary, who was in love with hier back then. Sometimes, she couldnât help but be momentarily stunned.
If he were not Jonathan, perhaps she would have really been in love with him.
After all, there were few women who wouldnât be charted by a handsome man who could take such good care of them.
However, because he was Jonathan, a lingering fear still resided in her heart. At times, she felt somewhat entranced and had to remind herself repeatedly to stay alert.
Rosalie thought, âAfter the wound on my hand is cured, I should be able to leave here.â
The next day, she started searching the internet on her phone for any openings for food delivery riders and began drafting her resume.
The entry requirements for food delivery riders were relatively straightforward, but they all mandated health certificates. Rosalie realized she had to obtain a health certificate before entering this field, which meant she had to make a trip to the hospital.
She couldnât help but feel like fate constantly led her back to the hospital.
It was just that it would cost some money to get a health certificate and do some basic examinations.
However, every expenditure now meant less money in her pocket, and she couldnât help but realize how precious every bit of it had become.
Two days later, Rosalieâs fingers were no longer wrapped in gauze, but the burned areas still bore faint scars.
Jonathan held her fingers and examined the scars on her fingertips. âTll inquire at the hospital about some scar-removing ointment. They should able to remove the scars.â
âIt doesnât matter if they donât fade, Rosalie replied with contentment, knowing that she had preserved half of the album with these scars.
âYou donât care, but I do,â he said in a low voice. The scars on her fingertips seemed to remind him of his mistake.
If he had insisted on accompanying her to her house that day, she wouldnât have hurt her hand.
âI want you to be fine and complete. You canât get hurt anywhere,â he murmured.
Rosalie suddenly felt the urge to laugh. âWhat does he mean by I canât get hurt anywhere? Back when I was in jail, I had already been hurt qu badly!â
âMy hand is almost recovered now. When can I go back to the rental house?â She changed the subject.
He paused his gentle caresses of her fingertips and inquired, âWhy, Rosie? Do you want to return so soon?â
She bit her lips and said, âMy injury is healed. Thereâs no need to stay here anymore.â
âDo you really want to leave here?â His face turned cold.
âYes.â She nodded.
*Do you really hate being with me so much?â Even his voice became cold.
âTm used to being alone,â she said.
He suddenly sneered. âUsed to being alone? If so, why did you pick me up? You said you were too lonely. You wanted to find someone to accompany you. You also said you want to be with me, and we can rely on each other. Have you forgotten all thiâ
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly. She mused, âHow could I forget all of this? Everything happened back then. Yet, now, it all feels like a distant joke.â
She remained silent as he fixed his eyes on her. There was a sense of oppression in the air.
Suddenly, his voice sounded in her car again. âYou said your wound is almost recovered, so you have to leave, right? So, if you get hurt, will you stay here?â
She was stunned, suddenly raised her head, and looked at him with wide eyes.
However, he suddenly leaned over and put one hand on the back of her head. His thin lips instantly touched her red lips.
She suddenly felt his breath against the tip of her nose. Before she could react, a kiss had already begun.
He persisted in seeking it, and she was giving in. No matter how fiercely she resisted, it appeared that she couldnât escape hist kiss.
Just as she felt like she was on the brink of suffocation, a sharp pain emanated from her lips. Then, a metallic taste filled her mouth, accompanied by the scent of blood.
When the kiss ended, Rosalie felt pain in her lips. He had bitten her lip and caused it to bleed.
At the same time, he looked at her with a smile, but there was coldness in his eyes.
He raised his finger and delicately wiped her injured lips with its tip. Instantly, a trace of crimson blood stained his fingertip.
The contrast between the white and crimson appeared strikingly vivid.
He smiled and stretched out his tongue to lick the blood on his fingertips. âLook, Rosie. Itâs easy for you to get hurt, isnât it? So, you havenât recovered yet. You still need to stay here.
He was laughing, but she trembled all over. Her body felt cold, and her palms and back were damp with sweat.
This was Jonathan, a man who could easily unleash a tsunami in Strico!
She felt like a mere chess piece in his hands, feeling she could never break free.
âCan I still run away from him? Or am I destined to remain with him until he grows tired of me?â she mused.
At this moment, Rosalie suddenly felt lost about her future.
After saying that, Jonathan stood up and glanced at her. Then, he turned around and left.