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?”

that moment, Jonathan’s face turned ashen, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He furrowed his

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

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

What are you doing?” He spoke through clenched teeth, trembling from

wrist tightly, causing pain, but she didn’t flinch. “Are you hurting right now? Please don’t talk. The more you talk, the more it’ll hurt. Just hold on a little longer. The doctor

yet firm,

ordeal, a fractured memory flashed through Jonathan’s mind.

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

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

and Jonathan gazed at Rosalie as he recalled the days of their past.

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

pain continued, in the past and

eternity, 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

came back and didn’t leave

moaned, the name slipping past his lips.

were taken aback by

Rosalie heard Jonathan call her that. Even in their earlier, more intimate days, he would use

wasn’t just the woman he

had said that addressing her as

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

as if his excruciating headache was nothing compared

Rosie just now?” The name was so familiar as if it had been on the

He began to ask, his words catching in his

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 go of my hand first. I’ll give you a massage. It might help you feel more