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?”

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

Dr. Hale to

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

He spoke through clenched teeth, trembling from the

hurting right

yet firm, a

fractured memory

experiencing stomach pain, Jon? Wait for me.

from the past resurfaced, causing him to drift into

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

and Rosalie was watching Jonathan with concern before dashing

the past and also in the

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

came back and didn’t leave

the name slipping past

and Jonathan were taken

time since Rosalie heard Jonathan call her that. Even in their earlier, more intimate days, he would use “Rosie”

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

her as Rosie made him feel

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

as if his excruciating headache

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

to ask, his words catching in his

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

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