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?”

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

to come over,” the butler

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

What are you doing?” He spoke through clenched teeth, trembling from the

she didn’t flinch. “Are you hurting right now? Please don’t talk. The more you talk, the

was gentle yet firm, a

ordeal, a fractured memory flashed through Jonathan’s mind.

pain, Jon? Wait for me. I’ll buy some

voice from the past resurfaced, causing him to drift into

gazed at Rosalie as he recalled

in a modest rental home, and Rosalie was watching Jonathan with concern before dashing out

the past and

what felt like an 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

back and didn’t leave

moaned, the name slipping past his

taken aback

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

just the woman he loved. She was also

as Rosie made him feel

and gently touched the damp hair on his forehead. She leaned in, resting

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

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

ask, his words catching

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