The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chatper 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?”

furrowed his brow and pressed

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

tissue to wipe the

through clenched teeth, trembling from the

explained calmly. He gripped her wrist tightly, causing pain, but she didn’t flinch. “Are you hurting right now? Please don’t talk. The more you talk, the

was gentle yet firm, a comforting reassurance.

ordeal, a fractured memory

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

from the past

and Jonathan gazed at Rosalie as

modest rental home, and Rosalie was watching Jonathan with

the past

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

came back and didn’t leave

the name slipping past

taken aback by

time since Rosalie heard Jonathan call her that. Even in their earlier,

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

said that addressing her as Rosie made him feel less

damp hair on his forehead. She leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “Jon, I’m here. Just lie

if his excruciating headache was nothing compared to the

familiar as if it had been on the tip of his tongue for years. He seemed to have

began to ask, his

any questions you have when you’re feeling better,” Rosalie reassured him.

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