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 brow and pressed one hand against his

to be experiencing a severe headache. I’ll call Dr. Hale to come

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

through clenched teeth,

hurting right now? Please don’t talk. The more you talk, the more it’ll hurt. Just hold on

was gentle yet

a fractured memory flashed through

pain, Jon? Wait for

the past resurfaced,

blurred, and Jonathan gazed at Rosalie

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

the past and also in the

a 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 in hand. “Jon, I bought

and didn’t leave

the name slipping

were taken aback

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

woman he loved. She was also

said that addressing her as Rosie made him feel

wasn’t 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

stared at her as if his excruciating headache was nothing

Rosie just now?” The name was so familiar as if it had been on the tip of his tongue for years. He seemed to have whispered it countless times.

to ask, his words

your tongue when you speak. I’ll answer any questions you have when you’re

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