The Ceo’s Convict Wife

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 forehead. He furrowed his brow and pressed one hand against his throbbing temple, the pain evident in his

seems to be experiencing a severe headache. I’ll call Dr. Hale to come over,” the butler said, quickly making his way to

etched across her face. She retrieved a tissue to wipe the sweat from his brow, but as

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

her wrist tightly, causing pain, but she didn’t flinch. “Are you hurting right now? Please don’t talk.

gentle yet

a fractured memory flashed through Jonathan’s

you experiencing stomach pain, Jon? Wait for me. I’ll buy some medicine

past resurfaced, causing him to

and Jonathan gazed at Rosalie as he recalled the days of their past.

in a modest rental home, and Rosalie was watching Jonathan with concern before dashing out of

past and also in

eternity, a fragment of a memory emerged in Jonathan’s mind. It was the moment Rosalie returned. She had opened the door and rushed to

came back and didn’t leave Jonathan.

Jonathan moaned, the name slipping past his

and Jonathan were taken aback by the words.

Jonathan call her that. Even in their earlier, more intimate days, he would use “Rosie” privately.

she wasn’t just the woman he loved. She was also his family.

addressing her as Rosie made him feel less

damp hair on his forehead. She leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “Jon, I’m here. Just lie down for a while

headache was nothing compared to the

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

his words

answer any questions you have when you’re feeling better,”