My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1967

Hendrix seemed to have finished looking through the medical reports as he put the tablet down and turned to look at me. "Miss Reid, you're one of a kind as well. You're obviously upset, yet you're forcing yourself to smile."

I was speechless.

There was an awkward silence between us.

We stared at each other for a few seconds. I lost this impromptu staring contest. His cone of shamelessness was unbreakable. "Think what you like," I admitted defeat.

Hendrix didn't take advantage of my admission of defeat, which was very rare. Of course, it wasn't out of kindness, but because the attending doctor had just entered the office.

As soon as the doctor came in, he placed a thick medical report on the table in front of Hendrix.

"In summary, Miss Reid's physical condition is rather good. There are a few minor problems that need recuperating. As for..."

"Get to the point." Hendrix didn't give the doctor the chance to continue babbling.

The doctor was very familiar with Hendrix and dared not upset him. He then put on a serious face.

"Miss Reid's loss of memory is probably due to her brain having been cut off from oxygen for an extended period of time, resulting in the damage of the hippocampus. According to the medical report, the possibility of her recovering her memory isn't very high."

for a moment before looking at Hendrix and spoke

worry. I won't hold you accountable," Hendrix

you were involved in the accident six years ago, your conditions are very different. All is good with Mr. Roberts' body and there are no symptoms of amnesia.

eyes gleamed with malice. His aura turned

taken

something that only

everyone knows, hypnosis works wonders for memory, which can be the solution to Mr. Roberts' case. However, I'm not a specialized doctor in that area, so I may not be able to help much..." After he finished speaking, he got up to leave; but a bodyguard blocked

called out, looking to Hendrix for

didn't even spare him a look. He only stared into space, not saying anything else. No one knew whether

thought. His

of him, I didn't dare to provoke him

his senses. He stood up and took my hand, practically dragging me

distance, Hendrix whispered, "Is there anything you

that I

better for you to decide." Suddenly, I thought of something. "Aren't

pulled the car

car. "How lonely it is for Wynn to have dinner alone," I

a "I know what I'm doing" look on his

could I not

beings as well. They had their own thoughts and feelings. We left