The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 777

Chapter 777

He was the one talking!

“I want you, Jon!” Jonathan paused a second, wondering whose voice was replying in his mind, before realizing it was Rosalie’s.

Jonathan stared at Rosalie and stroked his temple with one hand. His head started to ache as if it was being pierced by a sharp needle.

“Rosie, if you want me, then you can’t leave me. Not now, not ever!” The voices appeared again.

“Okay, Jon. I won’t leave you!”

“Rosie… Rosie…”

Jonathan kept calling Rosalie’s name as if it was the most important thing for him.

His head throbbed with pain, a jumble of fragmented memories and

conversations racing through his mind too quickly to grasp.

“What are these voices and conversations? Is this between her and me?” he wondered.

“Mr. Youngblood, are you experiencing a headache again?” Gary noticed Jonathan’s unusual behavior and rushed over.

Jonathan took a deep breath but let out a groan in the process. This headache was more intense than any he had had before.

Rosalie, who held Guillermo in her arms, hurried to Jonathan, her voice laced with concern. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

his brow

headache. I’ll call Dr. Hale to come over,” the

a tissue to wipe the sweat from his brow, but

you doing?” He spoke through clenched teeth, trembling from the pain.

hurting right now? Please don’t talk. The

gentle yet

ordeal, a fractured memory flashed through Jonathan’s mind.

stomach pain, Jon? Wait

back…” The same voice from the past resurfaced, causing him to drift into a momentary reverie.

Jonathan gazed at Rosalie as he recalled the

Rosalie was watching Jonathan with concern before dashing out of the

pain continued, in the past and also in the

was the moment Rosalie returned. She had opened the door and rushed to Jonathan, medicine in hand. “Jon, I bought the

and didn’t leave Jonathan.

the name slipping past

and Jonathan were taken aback

Jonathan call her that. Even in their

him, she wasn’t just the woman he

her as Rosie made him feel less

the one Jonathan wasn’t holding, and gently touched the damp hair on his forehead. She leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “Jon,

her as if his excruciating headache was nothing compared to the shock he

address her as Rosie just now?” The name was so familiar as if it had been on the tip of his tongue for

to ask, his words catching in his throat.

any questions you have when you’re feeling better,” Rosalie reassured him. “Let

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