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?”

He furrowed his brow and pressed one hand against his throbbing temple, the pain evident in his deep-set

call Dr. Hale to come over,” the

tissue to wipe the sweat from his brow, but as her hand approached, he suddenly

He spoke through clenched teeth, trembling from the pain.

“Are you hurting right now?

voice was gentle yet firm, a comforting

memory flashed

Jon? Wait

from the past resurfaced, causing him to drift into

Rosalie as he recalled the days of their

Rosalie was watching Jonathan with concern before dashing out of

past

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

came back and didn’t leave Jonathan.

the name slipping past

and Jonathan were taken aback

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

just the woman he loved.

said that addressing her as Rosie

reached out 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,

headache was nothing compared to the shock he felt.

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 catching

now. You have a headache, and it’s easy to bite your tongue when you speak. I’ll answer any questions you have when you’re feeling better,” Rosalie reassured him. “Let

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