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?”

Jonathan’s face turned ashen, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He furrowed his

Dr. Hale to come over,” the butler

her face. She retrieved a tissue to wipe the sweat from his brow, but as her hand approached, he suddenly seized her wrist.

through clenched teeth,

you hurting right now? Please don’t talk. The more

gentle yet firm,

fractured memory flashed through Jonathan’s mind.

pain, Jon? Wait for me.

The same voice from the past resurfaced, causing him to

Rosalie as he recalled the days of

home, and Rosalie was watching Jonathan with concern before dashing out of the room into

pain continued, in the past and also in

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

back and

Jonathan moaned, the name slipping past his lips.

taken aback by the words.

had been a long time since Rosalie heard Jonathan call her that. Even in their earlier, more intimate days,

the woman he loved. She

addressing her as Rosie

damp hair on his forehead. She leaned in, resting her forehead

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

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

began to ask, his words

speak. I’ll answer any questions you have when you’re feeling better,” Rosalie reassured him. “Let go of my

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