Chapter 621
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
The woman texted: [Who is he? Is he a new star?]
The other party texted: [What star? Thatâs Jonathan Youngblood!]
The woman texted: [Jonathan Youngblood? Which Jonathan Youngblood?]
The other party texted: [How many Jonathan Youngbloods do you think there are in Strico?]
The woman was stunned, and then she saw the queue number had reached number nine. Jonathan took Rosalieâs hand and walked toward the counter where the marriage registration was handled.
The woman looked at Jonathanâs back blankly. She wondered, âIs he the CEO of Youngblood Group and that man whom others address respectfully as Mr. Youngblood?â
Then, the WhatsApp message notification sounded again. The other party texted: [Where did you see Jonathan?]
The woman replied: [At City Hall.}
The other party replied and even added an emoticon featuring a confused expression at the end of the sentence: [Why is he at the City Hall?]
The woman murmured, âTo get married, I supposeâ¦â She was still caught up in a daze, thinking, âJonathan, whoâs famous in Strico, is queueing up in front of me, waiting in line to register his marriage with a girl? Why does this feel so surreal?â
The other party swiftly texted back: [That shouldnât be Jonathan, then. He must just be someone who looks like Jonathan.â
Seeing that, the woman finally came to her senses. She thought, âThatâs right. How could he be Jonathan? If someone like Jonathan were to register his marriage, he wouldnât be doing it in this fashion, waiting in line for his turn for the registration.â
When she was thinking about it, the woman suddenly looked at the staff who had been helping the couple register. After he received the two household registries and ID cards, the workerâs face suddenly changed, and then his whole body shook like a sifter. A moment later, several City Hall staff in uniforms hurriedly walked over.
The woman saw a middle-aged man leading the group. He didnât wear a uniform, but his face looked familiar. She thought, âThatâs right. I remember now. When I came in earlier, I saw the picture of the person in charge of this City Hall. This man seems to be the person in charge here. What is the person in charge doing at the registration counter? Is he here for an inspection?â
But then, the womanâs eyes abruptly widened. The person in charge walked into the counter, replacing the employee who was trembling like a sieve, and personally handled the registration process of the couple.
The woman wondered incredulously, âIs it necessary for the person in charge to do such a thing? Even if that trembling employee couldnât handle the registration procedures, he could find someone else to replace him! Hold on. Donât tell me this man is not just someone resembling Jonathan, but he is in fact Jonathan?â Thinking of that possibility, the woman grew anxious again.
At that moment, the City Hallâs person in charge was similarly nervous.
Even though he had plenty of experience dealing with all kinds of circumstances, he almost fell from his chair when he suddenly learned Jonathan was there to register his marriage.
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He thought, âStricoâs Mr. Youngblood is here to register for marriage? I havenât heard any news about this before. Moreover, is Mr. Youngblood the type to queue up and wait for his turn to register his marriage?â Originally, he was still scolding the incompetent staff inwardly for embarrassing the City Hall in front of Jonathan, but when he came to handle it himself, his palms began to sweat like that staff member. After all, it was Jonathan registering his marriage. The person in charge thought, âIâm afraid there arenât many people aware of Mr. Youngblood registering his marriage in Strico. If the media catches wind of 11:44 this, Iâm afraid the entire city will be shocked. Still, this woman whoâs going to marry Mr. Youngblood the looks unfamiliar. She must not be a celebrity of Strico, especially since sheâs signing and filling up documents much slower than ordinary people. Moreover, her fingers are slightly deformed and covered in calluses. At the very least, a socialiteâs hands wouldnât look like this.â
Just as Rosalie wrote her name on the registration form, suddenly, that familiar urge to vomit surged within her. Rosalie suddenly covered her mouth and rushed toward the bathroom.
Jonathan immediately stood up and ran after Rosalie. Seeing that, the person in charge of the City Hall and other staff also rushed over in a hurry.
As a result, a surprising scenery in the City Hall ensued.
A slender woman was running in front, followed by a handsome man and a row of staff.
Rosalie rushed into the bathroom. Seeing that Jonathan was also about to rush into the bathroom, the person in charge quickly stepped forward and stopped him, âMr. Youngblood. This is the ladiesâ
restroom.â
The person in charge thought, âIf Mr. Youngblood were to barge in and become the laughingstock of Strico, Iâm afraid Iâll be the one to take the brunt of this unfortunate incident.â
Jonathan pursed his thin lips and thought of how pathetically Rosalie had vomited in front of him before. At that time, her face was pale as a ghost.
âGet out of the way!â he said coldly and rushed directly into the room. Then, in one of the compartments, he saw her thin figure bending down and vomiting heavily at the toilet.
At that moment, her face was pale, and she looked as if she was about to vomit everything she had eaten in the morning.
Jonathan hurried forward, held Rosalie with one hand, and patted her back so that she could feel a little more comfortable.
After vomiting for a while, she reluctantly raised her head and looked at him. âWhy are you in here?
This is theâ¦â
âI know where this place is. Do you often vomit so much?â He frowned. Even if he didnât want to show his feelings in front of her, the concern and anxiety in his eyes could not be hidden.
âNot often. Iâve just been vomiting more recently.â Rosalie didnât vomit before, but after saying a few words, she felt sick again, so she threw up again.
At that moment, outside the bathroom, a group of staff looked at each other and stared at each other.
Finally, one of them couldnât help saying, âWell⦠Should we go in?â
The person in charge stared at the person and said, âGoing in? Do you really want to be featured in a scandal? Just wait out here!â
As a result, they could only wait outside.
The person in charge was grateful for one thing. He thought, âThe compartments in this toilet are all separated from top to bottom, leaving a small gap in the ceiling. If Jonathan broke into it like this, he shouldnât stir up a huge commotion, I suppose.â
After a long time, Jonathan and Rosalie finally came out of the bathroom.