The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 621

Chapter 621 

The woman texted: [Who is he? Is he a new star?] 

The other party texted: [What star? That’s 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 Rosalie’s hand and walked toward the counter where the marriage registration was handled. 

The woman looked at Jonathan’s back blankly. She wondered, “Is he the CEO of Youngblood Group and that man whom others address respectfully as Mr. Youngblood?” 

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, “To get married, I suppose…” She was still caught up in a daze, thinking, “Jonathan, who’s 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?” 

The other party swiftly texted back: [That shouldn’t be Jonathan, then. He must just be someone who looks like Jonathan.” 

Seeing that, the woman finally came to her senses. She thought, “That’s right. How could he be Jonathan? If someone like Jonathan were to register his marriage, he wouldn’t be doing it in this fashion, waiting in line for his turn for the registration.” 

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 worker’s 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 didn’t wear a uniform, but his face looked familiar. She thought, “That’s 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?” 

But then, the woman’s 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, “Is it necessary for the person in charge to do such a thing? Even if that trembling employee couldn’t handle the registration procedures, he could find someone else to replace him! Hold on. Don’t tell me this man is not just someone resembling Jonathan, but he is in fact Jonathan?” Thinking of that possibility, the woman grew anxious again. 

At that moment, the City Hall’s 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, “Strico’s Mr. Youngblood is here to register for marriage? I haven’t heard any news about this before. Moreover, is Mr. Youngblood the type to queue up and wait for his turn to register his marriage?” 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, “I’m afraid there aren’t many people aware of Mr. Youngblood registering his marriage in Strico. If the media catches wind of 

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this, I’m afraid the entire city will be shocked. Still, this woman who’s going to marry Mr. Youngblood the looks unfamiliar. She must not be a celebrity of Strico, especially since she’s 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 socialite’s hands wouldn’t look like this.” 

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, “Mr. Youngblood. This is the ladies’ 

restroom.” 

The person in charge thought, “If Mr. Youngblood were to barge in and become the laughingstock of Strico, I’m afraid I’ll be the one to take the brunt of this unfortunate incident.” 

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. 

“Get out of the way!” 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.