The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 170

“Oh, it wasn’t much of a bother. Your son is very cute,” Rosalie said. “But I think he wants to eat pasta. He keeps staring at it.” “If you really give him pasta, he may not eat it. He just likes to watch people do things,” the woman said. Then, she made gestures in front of the boy.

Rosalie was stunned for a moment. Then, she realized what the woman’s gestures were. It was sign language!

“This child is…” Rosalie blurted out.

The woman said, “He is hard of hearing, but he already knows some sign language. So if you sign some simple terms, he can understand you.”

With that, the woman slowly said to the boy, “Apologize to her.” She was signing the words while she spoke.

Then, Rosalie watched as the little boy bowed to her as if he were expressing his apology.

Rosalie couldn’t help but caress the little boy’s head. She thought, “He’s so young, but he can’t hear anything. Do the sounds of this world not exist for him?”

The woman carried the little boy away. Rosalie continued eating the pasta, but her heart was heavy.

When she had finished the pasta, she was about to leave the diner when she caught a glimpse of a recruitment notice posted at the door.

The diner was recruiting riders to deliver takeout.

Rosalie turned around and walked to the counter. She asked the owner, “Are you recruiting a rider?”

“Yes. The lady nodded.

“Then… Can I apply?” Rosalie asked.

The owner looked at Rosalie, seemingly a little confused. “You want to be a rider?”

“Am I not allowed to?”

“It’s not that. It’s just that you’re still young. A woman your age normally wouldn’t want to take on laborious jobs like riders,” the owner said

“For me, I’m just happy to have a job. 1. Rosalie hesitated a little before telling the owner truthfully. Tve been in jail before, so I have a criminal record. Back then, I was involved in a lethal accident, so now, it’s difficult for me to find a job. If possible, I really want this job”

When Rosalie mentioned being in jail, the owner’s eyes shifted slightly as a surprised look appeared on her face. “Well, if you work as a rider at my place, you’ll get a fixed salary. When things get busy, you’ll deliver takeout. When you’re not

delivering takeout, you’ll help out in the diner. You’ll only get 1,200 dollars per month. Are you willing to do it? Meals will be provided every day for lunch and dinner. You’ll come to work at 9:30 am. and get off work at 9:00 p.m., so you’ll be working longer hours.”

For Rosalie, 1,2000 dollars was almost twice as much as the pay she received as a sanitary worker. As for hardship, since she was already struggling to survive, hardship meant nothing to her.

“Okay!” Rosalie immediately said.

The owner looked at Rosalie and said with a smile. “Then you can come to work tomorrow. We have a motorcycle you can ride for deliveries. So, if you don’t have a motorcycle, you don’t need to go through the hassle of buying one. Just use the one from the diner.”

“Thank you!” Rosalie said gratefully, “I promise I will come to work on time tomorrow.”

She didn’t expect that, after an interesting turn of events, she would find a job in such a short time.

“By the

way, my name is Amelia Haab. You can call me Ms. Haab. What’s your name?” the owner asked.

“Rosalie Leighton Ms. Haab, you can just call me Rosalie,” Rosalie replied. The darkness in her eyes seemed to have been dispelled

Amelia looked at Rosalie, her eyes shimmering.

Rosalie left after leaving her name and contact information A woman in her 50s walked up to Amelia and asked, “What were you talking about with that woman just now?”

“She just applied for the job as a delivery rider here. I agreed and asked her to come to work tomorrow, Amelia said. “A rider? At her age? Don’t tell me there’s something wrong with her. Usually, girls like her would find a job in the office instead. The salary for riders in the diner was low. These days, only people in their 50s came to ask about the job, but even those people thought that the pay was too low for the long working hours. Hence, they decided not to work here in the end “She just has a record. She was involved in a lethal accident, Amelia said. “But she seems quite nice. She was also nice to

Aiden just now, so she shouldn’t be a bad person. The car accident must have been just that an accident.”

“Oh, you!” Hearing that, Matilda couldn’t help but reprimand Amelia. “Haven’t you suffered enough? How can you trust

any bad people in people so easily? If you can tell whether a person is good or not just by looking at them, there won’t be this world! You can’t hire people with criminal records! What if she runs someone

over when she’s delivering takeout? We’ll also have to compensate for that!”

Amelia sighed. “Mom, I just want to give her a chance. I think she really needs this job.”

“A chance? Then why didn’t other people give you a chance? Aiden still needs to get treatment for his ears, and he needs money for it!” Matilda said angrily.

Amelia smiled bitterly. “It’s exactly because no one has given me a chance before… that I wanted to give her a chance so badly. After all… I’ve been in jail, too.”

Hearing that, Matilda couldn’t help but sigh. In the end, she said nothing more.

She thought, “Even now, our family is saddened by the fact that she went to jail before!”

At night, Rosalie said to Jonathan, “Um… I found a job, but since I might get off work later than usual, I’m afraid that I might disturb you, so… I think it would be better for me to move back to the rental home.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Jonathan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, “Rosie, are you going to move out again?”

Rosalie wasn’t moving out; she was just moving back to her rental home. But when Jonathan put it like that, it felt as if this place was Rosalie’s real home instead.

But a luxurious mansion like the Youngblood residence would never become her home.

She didn’t even know if she could ever have a home.

“This place is too big. I’m not used to living here. Maybe a smaller place like the rental home is more suitable for me,” she said, beating around the bush. “Besides, I have already paid the rent for my rental home. It would be a waste if I didn’t live there.”

“Then you’d better get used to staying here, Rosie,” Jonathan said. “As for the rent, I will make it up to you.”

“No, L…” Rosalie wanted to say something more, but Jonathan’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

“Rosie, if you are truly worried that you might disturb me because you’re getting off work late, then you should quit this -new job and find another one. Won’t that be better?” He stared at her and said, “Or do you think that this job is more

important than me, Rosie?”

In an instant, Rosalie felt a chill running down her spine,