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 pain evident in his deep-set eyes.

to be experiencing a severe headache. I’ll call Dr. Hale to

gazed at Jonathan with concern etched across her face. She retrieved a tissue to wipe the sweat from his brow,

are you doing?” He spoke through clenched teeth,

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 on a little longer.

was gentle yet firm,

the ordeal, a fractured memory flashed

experiencing stomach pain, Jon? Wait for

voice from the past resurfaced, causing

Jonathan gazed at Rosalie as

a modest rental home, and Rosalie was watching Jonathan

continued, in the past and also in the

memory emerged in Jonathan’s mind. It was the moment Rosalie returned. She had opened the door and

back and didn’t leave

name slipping past his

were taken aback by

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

woman he loved. She was also his family.

said that addressing her as

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

as if his excruciating headache

did I address her as Rosie just now?” The name was so familiar as if it had been on the tip of his tongue for years. He seemed to have whispered it countless

his words catching in his

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