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?”

of sweat forming on his forehead. He furrowed his brow and pressed one hand against his throbbing temple, the pain

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

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

He spoke through clenched teeth, trembling from the pain.

your sweat,” Rosalie explained calmly. He gripped her wrist tightly, causing pain, but she didn’t flinch. “Are you hurting right

was gentle yet firm, a comforting

memory flashed

Wait for me.

past resurfaced, causing him to drift into

and memories blurred, and Jonathan gazed at Rosalie as he recalled the days of

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

in the past and also in the present.

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

came back and didn’t leave Jonathan.

name slipping past his lips.

Jonathan were taken aback by the words.

call her that. Even

just the woman he loved. She was also

said that addressing her as Rosie made him feel less lonely.

with her free hand, the one Jonathan 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 for a while until the doctor

her as if his excruciating headache was nothing

I 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 to have

to ask, his words catching in his throat.

when you’re feeling better,” Rosalie reassured him. “Let go of my