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?”

a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He furrowed his brow

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

She retrieved a tissue to wipe the sweat from his brow, but as her

He spoke through clenched teeth, trembling from the pain.

hurting right now? Please don’t talk. The more you talk, the

yet firm, a

memory flashed

Wait for me. I’ll

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

at Rosalie as he recalled the days of

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

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 door and rushed to Jonathan,

came back and didn’t leave

Jonathan moaned, the name slipping past

taken

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

woman he loved. She was

that addressing her as Rosie

free hand, the one Jonathan wasn’t holding, and gently touched the damp hair on his forehead. She leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “Jon,

headache was nothing compared to the

The name was so familiar as if it had been on

his words catching in

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

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