The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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?”

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, quickly making his

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

He spoke through clenched teeth,

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 will be here soon.”

yet firm,

a fractured memory flashed

experiencing stomach pain, Jon? Wait for

from the past resurfaced, causing

gazed at Rosalie as he recalled

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

continued, in the past and also

of a memory emerged in Jonathan’s mind. It was the moment Rosalie returned. She had opened the door and rushed to

came back and didn’t leave Jonathan.

Jonathan moaned, the name slipping past his lips.

Jonathan were taken aback by the

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

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

said that addressing her as Rosie made him

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 arrives.”

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

his words catching

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