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?”

He furrowed his brow and pressed one hand against his throbbing temple, the pain evident in

Youngblood seems to be experiencing a severe headache. I’ll call Dr. Hale to come over,”

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

He spoke through clenched teeth, trembling from the

to wipe your sweat,” Rosalie 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 more it’ll hurt. Just hold

gentle yet firm,

the ordeal, a fractured memory flashed through Jonathan’s

Wait for me. I’ll buy

back…” The same voice from the past

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

Rosalie was watching Jonathan with concern before dashing out of the room

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 Jonathan, medicine in hand. “Jon, I

came back and didn’t

name slipping past his lips.

taken

since Rosalie heard Jonathan call her that. Even in their

the woman he loved. She

her as Rosie made him feel

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

excruciating headache was nothing compared to the shock

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

began to ask, his words catching in

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