The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 430
Jonathan paused in his tracks, and his expression slightly darkened. Carlos, who was on the side, was frightened and wished he
could sew Lillian’s mouth shut immediately.
It could be said that Rosalie’s name was now a taboo in the Youngblood Group.
Lillian, however, had mentioned that name fearlessly and loudly. Carlos was afraid that Jonathan would suddenly lose his
temper.
The atmosphere seemed to have become tense at that moment. Carlos, who was beside Jonathan, even felt like shivering.
After Lillian said that, she held Callum’s arm and left with satisfaction.
Callum chuckled at his girlfriend’s petty behavior and thought, “It seems it’s true that it’s hard to deal with women and small-
minded people, and Lillian is the combination of both!”
Before leaving, Callum glanced at Jonathan, who was not far away.
He wondered if Jonathan really did not love Rosalie anymore. Did Jonathan choose to break up with Rosalie because he had
grown bored of her and no longer wanted to continue their relationship?
Deep down, Callum was still skeptical about that.
After all, he had seen the way Jonathan got along with Rosalie before and knew Jonathan cared about Rosalie deeply.
He did not think Jonathan could easily give up a woman he cared about so much.
Moreover, Lillian had slapped Jonathan before, and Jonathan did not pursue the matter further for the sake of Rosalie.
Callum was curious about Rosalie’s current place in Jonathan’s heart.
After Callum and Lillian left, Carlos couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Youngblood.”
“Let’s go,” Jonathan replied coldly and continued walking.
They got inside the car, and Carlos was about to drive back to the company when he suddenly heard Jonathan’s voice from the
back seat. “Go and find out where she is now.”

Carlos was momentarily stunned by that. Although Jonathan only used the word “she” to refer to someone, Carlos was certain
that the former was referring to Rosalie.
“Yes, Mr. Youngblood,” Carlos responded. Then, he made a call and began to use his connections to find out Rosalie’s current
whereabouts.
Jonathan merely leaned against the back seat and watched the process. There was no expression on his handsome face, which
made others unable to tell what was on his mind at that moment.
After a while, Carlos finished giving instructions and turned to Jonathan. “Mr. Youngblood, I already spread the word, but I’m
afraid it’s going to take a while before we find anything. Should we go back to the company now?”
“No. Let’s wait for the result here,” Jonathan replied indifferently.
Carlos hummed in response and gazed at Jonathan. At that moment, the latter was like a statue exuding a cold aura.
He knew that Jonathan had been stimulated by Lillian’s words earlier and that Jonathan was still not over Rosalie deep down.
However, Carlos could not fathom why Jonathan broke up with Rosalie. Nevertheless, Carlos dared not ask because that was
forbidden.
Rosalie and Lucas had lunch at a restaurant near the hospital.
She went to the hospital that day to visit Larry, who was still in a coma, and she happened to meet Lucas once again. While she
was collecting various data, Lucas had been staying at her side and even helped her to run some errands.
From that, Rosalie could tell Lucas seemed to have a good impression of her. Since he did not confess anything to her, she
thought she should not be too blunt. She could only try to keep some distance from him, not to give him any false signals.
Rosalie had been busy in the hospital and only realized she had yet to have her lunch at one o’clock in the afternoon. Since she
did not eat anything, Lucas had not eaten either.
“You helped me a lot today. I’ll treat you to lunch,” Rosalie said.
Lucas smiled shyly. “I’m a man. It should be my treat.”
“It has nothing to do with men or women. If I can help you in any way in the future, it will be your treat then,” said Rosalie.

Lucas’ eyes immediately lit up. Only then did he nod in response.
The menus in the restaurants near the hospital were all popular. Rosalie ordered two sets of meals for herself and Lucas.
While they focused on eating, Lucas’ phone rang, and he picked up the phone. “Okay... Yes... Don’t worry about me, Mom.
About that, I won’t go. I already have someone I like, so I won’t go there. Please stop asking your friends to help me find...”
Rosalie’s hand holding the fork froze. Even if she could not hear what Lucas’ mother was talking about on the other end of the
line, she could tell from Lucas’ words that his mother was trying to introduce a woman to him.
However, Lucas said he already had someone he liked.
Rosalie wondered if he was referring to her. Somehow, she had a heavy feeling in her heart. Even the fork in her hand seemed
to become heavier.
If possible, she hoped that the person Lucas liked was not her.
She was emotionally wounded from her past relationship and could not afford another person’s love anymore.
Lucas seemed to have noticed something after ending the call. He looked at Rosalie bashfully but happened to meet her
eyes.
“Well... I...” He seemed to want to say something but was at a loss for words. Overwhelmed by embarrassment, he moved his
hand in reflex and accidentally knocked the bowl of soup beside him. Most of the soup spilled on him.
Lucas’ cheeks instantly flushed crimson. He fumbled around but seemed to make things worse.
Rosalie hurriedly got up, drew a few pieces of tissues, and went to Lucas’ side. After helping him wipe off the soup on his
clothes, she quickly cleaned up the table and had the waiter at the restaurant get a rag and wipe up the tabletop where the soup
had spilled.
Lucas was embarrassed. Although he was a few years older than her, he was at a loss when something came up, yet she calmly
helped him.
“Thank you.” He spoke with a blushed face.

“Be careful,” Rosalie reminded.
“It seems that you’re very good at taking care of others,” he said.
She flashed him a faint smile. “Maybe it’s because I’m living alone. It’s all done now. When you go home later, soak the clothes in
laundry detergent for a while so that the soup doesn’t leave a residue on the clothes.”
“Got it,” he answered before suddenly asking, “Are you still living alone?”