Chapter 804
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Her gaze and every word she said were severely painful for him!
âAh!â 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 personâs, 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.
âNo⦠I canât⦠I canât make too much noise. Itâll wake Rosie up!â he thought.
He clenched his teeth and bit his lip tightly, letting the red blood flow along the corner of his mouth.
âRosie⦠Rosieâ¦â 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 Rosalieâs 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 10:22 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.
âWhat time is it now?â she asked.
âItâs past ten,â he said.
She was startled. âTen? Why didnât you wake me earlier? Guille and Jenâs breakfast, andâ¦â
âTheyâve had breakfast, and I got someone to send them to the kindergarten,â Jonathan said. âSince you were sleeping soundly, I didnât let them wake you.â
She suddenly thought of something. âWhy didnât you go to work?â she asked. It was not a rest day that day, so he should have already gone to the company at that hour.
âI want to take a day off and rest at home,â Jonathan said.
Only then did Rosalie notice that he looked a little haggard, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
âWhatâs wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Did you have a headache yesterday?â While asking, she sat up and raised her hand to reach toward his head.
He grabbed her wrist and said, âIâm fine. My head doesnât hurt anymore.â
âThatâs good.â She smiled in relief, wanting to withdraw her hand, but he held her wrist firmly.
âJon?â She looked at him in confusion.
He pursed his lips and looked like he was mustering great courage to ask, âWhen you⦠left me back then, was it really not because you didnât love me?â
âWhy did you suddenly ask this? I told you before that when I left, um⦠There must be some other reason. Anyway, itâs definitely not that I didnât love you. I know very well that the person I love is you, and that will never change,â 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.
âNothing. I just want to⦠find out more. After all, I donât have many 10:22 memories of the past,â he said.
Rosalie smiled. âLater, Iâll slowly tell you about our past. Maybe as you listen, youâll recover your memory.â
He stared at her. âDo you really want me to recover my memory?â
Rosalie replied, âOf course, I do, but itâs best to let it unfold naturally. There is no need to rush. Maybe as I tell you about the past, little by little, youâll gradually recover your memory.â
Jonathanâs gaze flickered slightly as he thought, âBut⦠my memory hasâ¦â
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, âThank you.â However, when her eyes fell on him, she was suddenly surprised because the back of his hands. were full of bruises, looking quite shocking.
âWhy are your handsâ¦â She was stunned, wanting to grab his hands to inspect them.
However, he abruptly withdrew them.
She looked up and said, âLet me see your hands. Whatâs going on? Why are there so many bruises on them?â She suddenly paused halfway through her words.
At that moment, she noticed that his mouth was covered in wounds, His. lower lip had a deep-looking wound where the skin had broken.
âWhat happened to your lower lip?â It would not have been that severe even if he had accidentally bit his lips.
It looked like he had bit his lips with all his strength. Rosalie could not even imagine the extent of his pain at that time.
âAfter you slept last night, I got up to eat something and accidentally bit my lips. The bruises on my hand were caused by accidentally bumping into something at that time,â he explained.
However, Rosalie was evidently suspicious. After all, ordinary bumps and bites would not be so serious.
âShow me your hands,â she insisted.
He hesitated for a while and finally stretched out his hands.
Rosalie carefully inspected his hands. In addition to the bruises on the back of his hands, there were several puncture wounds on his palms, seemingly caused by fingernails.
âJon, what happened when I was asleep?â Rosalie asked seriously.
Jonathan was silent for a while before he said, âAfter you fell asleep yesterday, my head hurt again.
When it was hurting, I accidentally injured myself.â
âYou had a headache. Why didnât you wake me up? Have you seen a doctor?â she asked anxiously.