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?”

his brow and pressed one hand against his throbbing temple, the

Hale to come over,” the butler said,

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

you doing?” He spoke through clenched teeth,

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

voice was gentle yet firm, a comforting

fractured memory flashed through Jonathan’s

experiencing stomach pain, Jon? Wait for me.

back…” The same voice from the past resurfaced, causing him to drift into

Jonathan gazed at Rosalie

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

the pain continued, in the past and also in the present.

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

and

Jonathan moaned, the name slipping past his lips.

taken aback by the words.

call her that. Even in their earlier, more intimate

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

said that addressing her as

damp hair on his forehead. She leaned in, resting her forehead against

at her as if his excruciating headache was nothing compared to the

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

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 of my hand first. I’ll