The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219 

“I understand. I won’t say anything to her.” Amelia hesitated for a moment and said, “Although I know now that Rosalie is your girlfriend, I never thought of using her since the start, and it won’t happen in the future. I hired her because I thought she was the same as me. We were both in prison before. So, I felt pity for her and wanted to give her a job opportunity.” 

The coldness in Jonathan’s eyes dispersed a little, and he said, “I don’t care about the relationship between you and Warren. All I want is for Rosie to work safely at your place. If anything happens to her, you can call me anytime.” 

After saying that, he gave his mobile phone number to Amelia. 

Amelia quickly wrote it down. There were not many people in Strico who could get this phone number, and now she got it under this condition. 

However, Jonathan said he wouldn’t interfere with the relationship between Warren and her. That meant that he would not tell Warren about her whereabouts. 

This made Amelia breathe a sigh of relief. 

Jonathan stayed in the diner and had dinner there with Rosalie. 

So, when the work hours were over, all the colleagues in the diner knew that Rosalie had a handsome boyfriend. 

Those colleagues did not know Jonathan’s identity as Rosalie only introduced him as “Jon.” 

Her colleagues also joked that Rosalie would be the wife of a rich man in the future because her boyfriend seemed quite 

rich. 

Rosalie smiled at these words. 

She thought, “If they knew he’s Jonathan Youngblood, will they make the same joke? Or will they, too, think she has no chance with Jonathan?” 

Jonathan said on the way back, “You lady boss is not bad.” 

“Well, Ms. Haab is quite nice.” Rosalie suddenly remembered something and said, “By the way, Aiden is going to have an operation tomorrow. Ms. Haab and her mother will go to the hospital to take care of Aiden, so the diner will be closed for a few days. I probably don’t have work for a few days.” 

“Does this mean you don’t have to deliver takeouts at lunchtime tomorrow?” He raised his eyebrows. 

“Is that what he’s thinking?” Rosalie was a little speechless when she thought of that, but she realized that she often had lunch with him recently, so she offered, “How about I bring lunch for you tomorrow?” 

When she said this, she suddenly remembered that back in the rental home, she would prepare a meal for him when she had to work overtime. He could eat it by just reheating the food. 

At that time, she cooked for him by herself. Every time she saw him eating diligently, she felt happy. 

The person who cooked the dishes liked to see people enjoy their food the most, even if those dishes and her cooking skills were very ordinary. 

“Okay,” he replied with a smile. “This is a promise! I will wait for your lunch tomorrow at noon.” 

Since she said it, she could not go back on her words, so Rosalie asked, “Do you have anything in particular you want to eat?” 

“I’m not picky about food. As long as you make it, I like it,” he answered. 

Jonathan was not picky about food, but in other words, he didn’t have any favorite dishes or ingredients. Rosalie thought to herself, “All right. I’ll whip up something simple tomorrow.” 

At the Youngblood residence, Rosalie finished washing up and went out of the bathroom to see Jonathan sitting on the bed. 

These days, he always stayed in her room with her overnight. Although they didn’t do anything, it seemed that sleeping in the same bed had become a habit before they knew it. 

Since she had to keep the lights on when sleeping, Rosalie once persuaded him, “You’ll be uncomfortable sleeping with lights on. Why don’t you go back to your room to sleep?” 

However, he countered, “I want to sleep with you. Rosie. Sleeping with you makes me feel good, so it doesn’t matter even if the light is on.” 

Thus, she had to stop herself from responding. 

Besides, the way he said sleeping with her made him feel good sounded a little ambiguous. She wondered if he knew it was easy to mislead minds to something inappropriate. 

Jonathan watched Rosalie walk toward the bed and asked, “Do you want to sleep now?” 

“Yes.” Rosalie blushed. 

Rosalie lifted the quilt and climbed into the bed. Jonathan’s hand naturally went around her waist. He hugged her tightly and buried his face in her chest, behaving almost like a child to an adult. 

The current him looked childish and was different from the usual Jonathan. However, Rosalie inexplicably liked Jonathan’s childishness at the moment. 

“By the way, what does Calvin mean by those words he told you today? Do you have a dispute?” Rosalie suddenly thought to ask. 

“What words?” Jonathan asked. In his mind, he only thought that hugging her was addicting. 

He didn’t want to let go and wanted to keep doing this and be surrounded by her scent.