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?”

moment, Jonathan’s face turned ashen, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He furrowed his brow and pressed one hand against his throbbing temple, the

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

a tissue to wipe

you doing?” He spoke through clenched

“Are you hurting right now? Please don’t talk. The more you talk, the more it’ll

yet firm, a comforting reassurance.

memory flashed through Jonathan’s mind.

experiencing stomach pain, Jon? Wait for me.

The same voice from the past resurfaced, causing him to drift into a momentary

gazed at Rosalie as he recalled

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

the past and also in

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 the

and didn’t leave

the name slipping

Rosalie and Jonathan were taken aback by the

call her that. Even in their earlier,

him, she wasn’t just the woman he loved. She was also his

her as Rosie made him feel less lonely.

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

her as if his excruciating headache was

did I address her as Rosie just now?” The name was so familiar as if it had been on the tip of

He began to ask, his words

don’t talk 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 go