The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 152

If she continued to work here in the future, she might not be able to avoid being “treated nicely.” Then, she might be judged by others again.

“No, I want to make a change in my work environment, Rosalie said.

“I see. The chief officer thought it was the big shot behind Rosalie who wanted to change a more decent job for her. So, he muttered something to persuade her to stay, and then eventually agreed to accept Rosalie’s resignation. He did not deduct the leave she took from her salary, but paid out one month’s worth of salary and asked the finance department to settle it immediately.

Rosalie took a deep breath after coming out of the Environment and Sanitation Administration. The extra month of salary came from the chief officer’s goodwill, and it ultimately had something to do with Jonathan.

If she had enough guts, she should have refused it.

But she could not even do it.

Her grandmother was still in the hospital. The money she borrowed from Lillian last time might not last long, and there might be follow-up expenses later. When the time came, she would have new debts on top of the outstanding debts.

Rosalie walked to the place where Yulissa worked again and said goodbye to her.

After learning of Rosalie’s resignation, Yulissa hurriedly said. ‘Why did you quit your job so suddenly?”

“It’s not good to keep taking leave,” she said.

“It was an accident. You can take a break as much as you need to. I can do more to support. Yulissa said as she looked at Rosalie’s ten fingers wrapped in gauze. “How are your hands?”

“The gauze can be removed in two days. It is fine,” Rosalie said.

“Then what kind of job are you looking for? Yulissa replied with concern

“Maybe I’ll work as a delivery rider,” she said.

“That’s going to be tough.” Yulissa sighed. That job will require her to travel about and will be more physically demanding than sweeping the floor.

I’m not afraid of hardship.” Rosalie smiled faintly. Her only fear now was that she would have no money.

One would only realize the importance of money when he really was in need of it.

When Rosalie got back to the Youngblood residence, she saw Jonathan sitting on the sola as she entered the house. He looked like he was waiting for her.

“Come here,” he said to her, stretching out a hand.

She bit her lips slightly, hesitated for a moment, and walked to his side.

He held her hand gently with both hands and stroked her gauze-wrapped fingers gently. “Where have you been?”

“I went to the Environment and Sanitation Administration,” she said.

“The driver said that you insisted on not letting him drive you there. Did you get on the bus by yourself?” he asked again.

“I’m not used to being chauffeured,’ she replied.

“Thank goodness, you are back now. When you were coming back, he did not pay attention and said that he didn’t see which bus you boarded. If you were to return fifteen minutes later, I would really have to mobilize the whole city to search for you.” Jonathan said nonchalantly as if he was just having an ordinary conversation.

Rosalie was startled, “The whole city… searching for me?’ It was a little exaggerated, she thought.

“Didn’t I ask you to stay put and get well? Why did you go to the Environment and Sanitation Administration?” Then, he ordered the housekeeper to bring her daily medicine and gauze.

“I went over to process my resignation,” she replied truthfully. Anyway, he would have guessed it even if she did not tell him. “Are you going to change your job? How about I check on my side and see if there is any suitable job for you?” he said.

“No, I’ll find a job myself. She refused.

His eyes darkened slightly, and his fingers that were holding her hand tightened slightly. “Rosie, you do not like it that I am helping you find a job?”

Her body stiffened instinctively as if she was surrounded by an invisible pressure.

“I want to find a job myself.” She took a deep breath and met his, black eyes.

If he found a job for her, then it would undoubtedly be easier for her. Additionally, the job that he found for her would be

easier and earn more.

But how long could that kind of work last?

The time would come when he would be tired of this game and kick her away. Everything that existed now would be just a shadow.

Regardless, on top of her concern when she refused his offer, she was trying to preserve the little pride that she still had left.

Yes, her life now was hard, the reality was also cruel, and her pride was almost ground to bits.

In the past, she could hardly imagine what it was like to kneel to someone. But in prison, she knelt to people more than once, eating food that had been turned over to the ground, and her head was stepped on by others. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Why talk about pride when living became so difficult?

And now, although she was once proud, her pride had been utterly shattered.

She still wanted to preserve whatever bit was left.

The two looked at each other eye-to-eye, even the housekeeper who came over with medicine and gauze could feel a suffocating atmosphere in the air.

It was so bad, that the housekeeper’s hands trembled as she placed the things on the coffee table. Then, she quickly stepped aside, fearing that the boss would lose his temper. Everyone knew that in Strico, no one dared to provoke Jonathan. Rosalie looked at Jonathan with her eyes wide open. She could feel he was angry, and there was a trace of obvious rage in his beautiful eyes.

A sense of fear perineated her body unknowingly. After all, she was afraid of him.

But at this moment, she did not know where the courage came from. She was able to keep looking into his eyes.

Finally, he lowered his eyes gently and smiled. “Since you want to find a job yourself, you should go ahead and look for one.” As he spoke, he removed the gauze from her fingers, layer by layer. He took off the gauze skillfully, reapplied the ointment on her fingers, and then bandaged her fingers with new gauze layer by layer.

His movements were very gentle. His every move was with so much care.

Rosalie could not help but stare at the person in front of her. At this moment, as he lowered his head, she could not see his expression clearly. However, his gentle actions seemed to indicate that he wanted to take good care of her.

These days, he had been the one who came to change the dressing and gauze for her. She once said that it would be good if the housekeeper changed them, but he insisted on changing the dressing.

“I can’t be at ease if I leave your matters to others.” That was his answer.

Most of the time, she really felt that she could not understand him. He seemed to be angry a moment ago, but the next moment, he would change her dressing so gently.

It was like he was a different person.

Could it be that he was temperamental?

He raised his eyes when he was done bandaging her fingers. It was in that instant their eyes met again. The trace of anger in his eyes had disappeared now and was replaced with a smile.