The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 779

“The stimulation slows down, making it difficult to recover memories,” Milton said. He had said those words when

he first prescribed that kind of medication to the other party.

But that time, to Milton’s surprise, Jonathan gave a completely different answer. “Then you don’t need to prescribe

medicine, Dr. Hale.”

“Mr. Youngblood?” Milton was shocked. “No medicine, eh? What does he want?” Milton thought and then asked, “Do

you want your memory restored?”

“Yes. I’ve forgotten it long enough. It should be time to recover,” Jonathan replied playfully.

“But in that case, the pain might be too much for you. If it is an accident, perhaps…” Milton paused before

continuing, “Humans have a certain physical endurance. Once they cross the line, it is difficult to predict what will

happen.” Jonathan’s memory recovery was different from that of ordinary patients. Ordinary patients rarely

experienced such pain. If something unexpected happened during the memory recovery process, the

consequences could be unimaginable.

“So what?” Jonathan smiled, but his gaze was deep. “So let’s see how much pain it is to restore the memory. At the

same time, let’s test my pain tolerance.”

Milton was shocked. “The man in front of me is managing Strico. If something happens to him, it’ll be a big loss for

Strico. But now, he’s risking his life to regain his memory. He mentioned taking the medicine four years ago as a

passing thought, saying he wasn’t bothered if it didn’t work. But things are different now. Is it because of Mrs.

Youngblood who has come back to life and returned to the Youngblood family? Is it possible? Would he take the risk

and recover his memory for a woman?” he pondered.

Milton could only bury those questions in his heart at that moment and didn’t dare to ask a question.

It took Rosalie a long time to let the two children decide who was older and who was younger.

“Guille is the elder brother, and Jen is the younger sister,” Rosalie thought.

Of course, in the end, it was the height that mattered. After comparing the heights of the two children, Jennifer was

less than half an inch shorter.

“Mommy, can’t I be the elder child?” Jennifer was still unwilling to give up. “Isn’t it good to be a younger sister?

You’ll have an elder brother to protect you,” Rosalie said, looking at Guillermo. “Guille, you will protect Jen, right?”

Guillermo was silent. “Protect Jen? I prefer to be on my own. Besides, no one has ever told me to protect anyone.

Besides, it sounds troublesome to protect her. If

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she was stupid, protecting an idiot would be very tiring!” he thought.

However, after contemplating being the elder one, he nodded. “I don’t want to be the younger sibling,” he simply

thought.

“Okay. Guille will protect Jen from now on.” Rosalie smiled and touched Guillermo’s head. “I think Guille will be a

good brother in the future.”

With a pair of eyes similar to Jonathan’s, Guillermo blinked. “Am I going to be a good brother?” he wondered.

Jennifer said loudly, “I will be a good sister and protect my brother!” With those words, she seemed to have

gracefully accepted the reality of being a younger sister.

Guillermo’s little body couldn’t help but tremble. He thought, “Will she protect me too? I’ve never promised to

protect anyone, and no one has ever promised to protect me. Is this what it feels like to have a sister? It is

completely different from the feeling with Wrenna being my sister.”

Gary told Rosalie that dinner was ready. She looked at the second floor and asked, “Isn’t Jon coming down for

dinner?” Milton had left about 15 minutes ago and told Jonathan he was fine because his memory had been

stimulated, which gave him a headache.

“Just now, the housekeeper has asked, and Mr. Youngblood said he had no appetite. He would eat later. He

suggested that you, Guillermo, and Ms. Youngblood have dinner first,” Gary replied.

“Is it because of the headache?” Rosalie thought.

She did not see Jonathan come down even after she and her two children had finished eating.

Therefore, Rosalie brought some food and planned to send it to Jonathan.

Just as she was about to go upstairs, a small hand suddenly tugged at the hem of her dress. Rosalie turned to meet

Guillermo’s peach-blossomed eyes.

“Will you

leave me and Daddy again?” Guillermo asked with a serious expression. “No. I won’t leave you and your daddy.”

Rosalie smiled softly. She would watch over Jonathan and the children at the Youngblood residence. “Guille, call me

Mommy. I really want to hear it.”

Guillermo’s serious face suddenly became a little uncomfortable. His face slightly blushed under Rosalie’s gaze.

After a long time, he finally muttered, “Mommy.” Although it might sound somewhat unwilling, it was already a

great source of encouragement for Rosalie.

After all, she and Guillermo had been separated for five years. Now that she was back, she would have plenty of

time to build her relationship with Guillermo in the future.

“I won’t leave Guille and Daddy!” Jennifer also told Guillermo. She grabbed his

face and kissed him.

Rosalie couldn’t help but smile again. Her daughter was kissing someone she liked. “It looks like Jen really likes

Guille!” she thought.

“Well, you guys have fun. I have to send dinner to your daddy,” Rosalie said. She went to the second floor with a

plate in her hand.

When she arrived in Jonathan’s room, she saw him sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and one hand on his

chin, as if he had fallen asleep.

Rosalie couldn’t help but gently walk over to him, place the plate on the coffee table in front of the couch, and lean

down to take a closer look. She thought, “When he sleeps, he looks like an angel in an artist’s painting and even

gives people a feeling of purity. It’s as if all the darkness in the world is isolated from him. How long has it been

since I saw him sleeping like this? I see it a lot in my memory. Every time I saw him sleeping, I would admire his

beautiful eyelashes. Now his eyelashes are still long and thick, like a pair of fans covering his eyes.”