The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 804

Chapter 804 

Her gaze and every word she said were severely painful for him! 

“Ah!” He suddenly opened his eyes, and it was dark. 

His head was still in pain. As the pain progressed, more fragments of memory flooded into his mind. 

Jonathan gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to scream in agony, not wanting to disturb the woman sleeping beside him. 

At that moment, Rosalie was still asleep. Perhaps because she was truly exhausted that day, she slept deeply. 

Looking disheveled, Jonathan got out of bed and used all his strength to walk toward another partitioned room. He opened the door and struggled to close it before he fell to the ground, panting. 

The pain was unbearable. His head felt like it was about to explode. Even the pain spread to his whole body along with the blood flow. 

The doctor once said that the recovery of his memory might be much -more painful than an ordinary person’s, and every time he remembered 

some past events, he would easily have a headache. 

However, he had never been in such pain before. 

It hurt so badly that he seemed to be losing his mind. 

He covered his head with both hands. His fingers almost seemed to be digging into his skull, and whimpers of pain kept leaving his lips. 

“No… I can’t… I can’t make too much noise. It’ll wake Rosie up!” he thought. 

He clenched his teeth and bit his lip tightly, letting the red blood flow along the corner of his mouth. 

“Rosie… Rosie…” He kept repeating her name in his head as those fragments of his memory flashed as if wanting to tear his soul apart. 

At that moment, Rosalie was still asleep in the bedroom on the other side, oblivious to everything. 

One was peaceful, while the other was suffering. 

Sunlight filtered through the window and fell on Rosalie’s face. When she slowly opened her eyes, a familiar figure came into view. 

Jonathan, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, was staring at her with 

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mixed emotions. There seemed to be joy, reverence from regaining something lost, and a sense of fear within him. 

However, when she wanted to look carefully again, his gaze returned to normal. 

“What time is it now?” she asked. 

“It’s past ten,” he said. 

She was startled. “Ten? Why didn’t you wake me earlier? Guille and Jen’s breakfast, and…” 

“They’ve had breakfast, and I got someone to send them to the 

kindergarten,” Jonathan said. “Since you were sleeping soundly, I didn’t let them wake you.” 

She suddenly thought of something. “Why didn’t you go to work?” she asked. It was not a rest day that day, so he should have already gone to the company at that hour. 

“I want to take a day off and rest at home,” Jonathan said. 

Only then did Rosalie notice that he looked a little haggard, and his voice was slightly hoarse. 

“What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Did you have a 

headache yesterday?” While asking, she sat up and raised her hand to reach toward his head. 

He grabbed her wrist and said, “I’m fine. My head doesn’t hurt anymore.” 

“That’s good.” She smiled in relief, wanting to withdraw her hand, but he held her wrist firmly. 

“Jon?” She looked at him in confusion. 

He pursed his lips and looked like he was mustering great courage to ask, “When you… left me back then, was it really not because you didn’t love me?” 

“Why did you suddenly ask this? I told you before that when I left, um… There must be some other reason. Anyway, it’s definitely not that I didn’t love you. I know very well that the person I love is you, and that will never change,” Rosalie said. 

If it were not for her worry that telling him the truth about his fall into the sea directly would trigger him too much and overwhelm him mentally, she would have told him everything right then. 

“Nothing. I just want to… find out more. After all, I don’t have many 

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memories of the past,” he said. 

Rosalie smiled. “Later, I’ll slowly tell you about our past. Maybe as you listen, you’ll recover your memory.” 

He stared at her. “Do you really want me to recover my memory?” 

Rosalie replied, “Of course, I do, but it’s best to let it unfold naturally. There is no need to rush. Maybe as I tell you about the past, little by little, you’ll gradually recover your memory.” 

Jonathan’s gaze flickered slightly as he thought, “But… my memory has…” 

He let go of her wrist. Rosalie got out of bed, but she fell forward because her legs were a little weak. 

Jonathan hurriedly caught Rosalie, but then he frowned and groaned. Rosalie stabilized herself and said, “Thank you.” However, when her eyes fell on him, she was suddenly surprised because the back of his hands. were full of bruises, looking quite shocking. 

“Why are your hands…” She was stunned, wanting to grab his hands to inspect them.