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 forehead. He furrowed his brow and pressed one hand against his throbbing

severe headache. I’ll call Dr. Hale to come over,” the butler

tissue to wipe the sweat from his

He spoke through

“Are you hurting right now? Please don’t talk. The more you talk, the more it’ll hurt. Just hold on a little longer. The doctor will be here

yet firm, a comforting

fractured memory

stomach pain, Jon? Wait for me. I’ll buy some

be right back…” The same voice from the past resurfaced, causing him to drift into a momentary reverie.

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

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

continued, in the past and also in the

mind. It was the moment Rosalie returned.

came back and didn’t

the name slipping

Rosalie and Jonathan were taken aback by the words.

a long time since Rosalie heard Jonathan call her that. Even in their earlier, more intimate days,

just the woman he

addressing her as Rosie made

out with her 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, I’m here. Just lie down for a while until the doctor

headache was nothing compared to the shock he

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

his words catching in

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

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