Chapter 206
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Chapter 206
âYes, of course. You still have a long life ahead of you, Ms. Haab. Itâs too pessimistic to say that.
Perhaps the future will be brighter and more vibrant, Rosalie said.
Amelia looked at Rosalie in surprise and said, âYou seem to have changed a little.â
âChanged? Rosalie was confused.
âYes. When you first came to my diner, it seemed you were embodied in gloominess, as if you were overwhelmed by life. But looking at you now, it seems the depression has dissipated gradually, and youâre more hopeful for the future,â said Amelia.
Tm hopeful for the future? thought Rosalie, stunned. âIs it because Lillian is helping me investigate the case? Or perhaps, is it because thereâs a new beginning between Jonathan and me?â
At night, Rosalie exited the diner and saw a car parked not far away. It was Jonathanâs car.
She stepped forward, and the car door was already open. Jonathan sat in the back seat and said to her, âGet in.â
âI have to go back by electric scooter, or itâll be too troublesome for me to come here tomorrow morning.â She said that and thought, âThe vast area where he stays is his familyâs property. So, there arenât any buses nearby. Thereâs a long distance from the Youngblood residence to the bus station.â
As though he had heard a joke, Jonathan looked at her smilingly and said, âIâll send you here tomorrow morning.â Then, he, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the car.
Rosalie was speechless, thinking, âI earn 1,200 dollars a month in salary. Yet he picks me up with his Bentley, to and from work. It feels like reading news of those who drive BMWs to sell oranges.â
âWhen did you arrive?â Rosalie found a topic to ask so that the atmosphere in the car was not that awkward.
Although she was dating Jonathan, she did not know how to get along with him.
âI arrived around 6:30 p.m.,â he said.
She was startled, thinking, â6:30 p.m.? Itâs nine oâclock now, which means he has been waiting outside for two and a half hours?â
Were you waiting in the car?â She looked at him in shock.
âHmm.â he answered. Then, he pulled her hands and placed them between his palms, rubbing slightly.
Even though the weather was getting warmer, he still seemed to like warming her hands in such a manner. He wanted her hands infused with his body temperature:
You can go back first. Thereâs no need for you to wait outside for so long,â said Rosalie. She had presumed he was late leaving the company and came to pick her up while on the way.
âI want to see you earlier,â he said. Then, he lowered his head to kiss her fingertips gently.
When he was in the car, he saw her delivering takeout orders and going in and out of the diner. He even wondered, âApparently, she can opt for a simpler and easier lifestyle. Why did she settle for such a tiring way of life?â
âYou really donât need me to find you another job?â Jonathan said, âYou werenât willing because you didnât wish to be tangled with me before. How about now? I want to help you. Canât you accept that?â
Im doing well working in the diner now. The proprietress and the staff are getting along very well.
Besidesâ¦â Rosalie took a deep breath and continued, âI know it would be a great job if you were to introduce work to me, but I want to live depending on myself.
Perhaps it was because of previous experiences, all the while, that led her to feel she could not easily depend on the lives others provided Once the support was gone, she knew it would be another disastrous catastrophe for her.
Jonathan fixed his gaze on Rosalie. After a while, he lowered his eyes slightly and said, âIf you want to continue working there, thatâs okay. When you want to change your job, just let me know.â
âOkay Rosalie nodded. This time, she did not refuse Jonathanâs good intentions. âBy the way, since you have been waiting outside for so long, have you had dinner?â asked Rosalie, having suddenly thought of it.
âNot yet, answered Jonathan
Then why didnât you come into the diner to eat? Rosalie asked. Although it was a diner, there were many dishes and pastas for him to order.
Rosalie did not ponder much about whether Jonathan would be comfortable with those dishes. After all, when Jonathan was with her in the rental home before, even if it was a simple meal, he would eat with her without any discomfort.
âOkay, Iâll go into the diner next time, Jonathan replied.
Rosalie suddenly felt that she had said something wrong. If Jonathan really entered the diner as suggested, she felt the
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atmosphere would change accordingly.
The car arrived at the Youngblood residence, and they entered the house. The home chef had already prepared Jonathanâs dinner, so Rosalie accompanied him to eat.
Of course, for Rosalie, that was technically supper.
During the meal, Rosalie would also talk about things in the diner, such as how working as a delivery rider was actually not that tiring. The busy period was basically noon and evening, whereas other times were relatively free.
âMs. Haab treats me pretty well. When I apply for leave and whatnot, sheâll agree to help cover me. In fact, I am very grateful to her for not minding my past and still hiring me As Rosalie said that, her expression darkened momentarily. âWhatâs the matter? Are you thinking of your case?â Jonathan frowned and asked, âDo you need me to intervene with your
case
âTentatively, thereâs no need. Lillian is helping me look for the evidence.â As she said that, Rosalie suddenly bit her lip and continued, âIn that case, I wasnât drunk driving back then. Also, I did not crash into Melanieâs car. At that time, it was her car that seemingly lost control and crashed into mine. You believe me?â
When she uttered the last three words, she looked at him with slight nervousness, thinking, âSince when did I start to care whether he really believes me or not?â
At the very least, she would not be bothered if others did not believe her. She would let the law clear her name. But before that, she hoped he would believe that she was innocent. It was not to dismiss her perfunctorily, but for Jonathan himself to believe in her innocence.
The lights in the dining room fell on his face. Even his beautifully flirtatious eyes were tinged with a shroud of dim yellow light, making his eyes appear hazy. There, too, was seemingly a layer of gauze separating them, which made it hard for her to see clearly.
His eyelashes quivered slightly, and his hand holding the fork tightened too. After a moment, his lips moved slowly, and he uttered what she wanted to hear. âI believe you.â