The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chatper 777

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?”

that moment, Jonathan’s face turned ashen, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He furrowed his brow and pressed one

call Dr. Hale to come over,” the butler said, quickly making his

tissue to wipe the sweat from his brow, but as her hand approached, he

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

didn’t flinch. “Are you hurting right

gentle yet firm, a comforting reassurance.

the ordeal, a fractured memory flashed

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

from the past resurfaced, causing him

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

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

the past and also

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

and didn’t

moaned, the name slipping

taken

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

wasn’t just the woman he loved. She was also his family.

as Rosie made him feel less

forehead. She leaned in, resting her forehead against

her as if his excruciating headache was nothing compared to

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

ask, his words catching

talk 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 of my hand

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