Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 605:

Marissa had always thought of Paul as a strong, resolute leader who could handle any challenge with courage. Yet, his reaction left her feeling disappointed.

He said with a heavy heart, “I’m sorry, Marissa. I can’t face my psychological fears, nor do I want to recover those memories.”

Marissa was surprised. “Then, was it all for nothing when you had people steal the chip from the Doomsday Base and made such efforts to unlock it?”

“It was indeed pointless,” Paul confessed. “Five years ago, my curiosity about the chip’s contents was high, yet I feared it might unlock further memories. I don’t understand my own fear of these forgotten memories.

In this world, there’s nothing I despise more than those memories that remain hidden. I fear that rediscovering those memories might break me, burdening me with a grief greater than death. That’s the source of my misery all these years.”

He looked up at Marissa, sighed, and added, “Marissa, I’m sorry to disappoint you and show you my vulnerable side. People say Paul is a formidable man, but the truth is, I’m quite the coward.”

Just moments earlier, Paul had been joking with Marissa like an old friend, but now he appeared as sorrowful and worn as a man nearing the end of his life. Marissa felt a pang of sympathy for him.

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gently patted his hand on the table and comforted him, saying, “Don’t be downhearted. Everyone has their

filled with disappointment, and asked, “You really

course not,” Marissa assured

married or had children all these years because I fear I wouldn’t

with her. But I adore her. I try to make

reality, yet I dream of having a beautiful wife and lovely daughters. I’m truly a man full of contradictions

mother,

stories of how many men, including tycoons, had pursued her mother in her youth. Her father was the

hard to picture the romantic, impressive scene of many distinguished men vying for her

her chin in her hands

to understand any links he might have to the chip, but as she watched him closely, she stumbled

up, grasped Paul’s face, and rotated his head from side to side to examine it closely. Her urgency lent a certain roughness to

one had ever invaded his personal space so directly, and