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?”

forming on his forehead. He furrowed his brow and pressed one

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

at Jonathan with concern etched across her face. She retrieved a tissue to wipe the sweat from his

What are you doing?” He spoke through

you hurting right now? Please don’t

yet

a fractured memory flashed through

experiencing stomach pain, Jon? Wait for me. I’ll

same voice from the past resurfaced, causing him to drift into

blurred, and Jonathan gazed at Rosalie

lived in a modest rental home, and Rosalie was watching Jonathan with concern before dashing out of the room into the darkness.

the past and

eternity, a fragment of a memory emerged in Jonathan’s mind. It was the moment Rosalie returned.

and didn’t

name slipping past

Rosalie and Jonathan were taken aback by the

Rosalie heard Jonathan call her that. Even

just the woman he loved. She was

said that addressing her as Rosie made him feel

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

if his excruciating headache was

it had

began to ask, his words catching in

answer any questions you have when you’re feeling better,” Rosalie reassured him. “Let go of my hand first. I’ll give you a massage. It might help you

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