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?”

sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He furrowed his brow and pressed one hand against his throbbing

to come over,” the butler said, quickly making his way to the

Jonathan with concern etched across her face. She retrieved a tissue to wipe

spoke through clenched teeth, trembling from the pain.

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

gentle yet firm, a comforting reassurance.

the ordeal, a fractured memory flashed through

Jon? Wait for me. I’ll buy some medicine

be right back…” The same voice from the past resurfaced, causing

blurred, and Jonathan gazed at Rosalie as he

lived in a modest rental home, and Rosalie was watching Jonathan with concern before

in the past and

a memory emerged in Jonathan’s mind. It was the moment Rosalie

came back and didn’t

moaned, the name slipping past his

Rosalie and Jonathan were taken aback

Rosalie heard Jonathan call her that. Even in their earlier,

wasn’t just the woman he loved.

her as

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

if his excruciating headache was nothing compared to the

familiar as if it had been on the tip of his tongue

his words catching in his throat.

answer any questions you have when you’re feeling

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