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."

moment before looking at Hendrix and

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

relief. Cautiously, he explained, "Although both of you were involved in the accident six years ago, your conditions are very different. All

face darkened. His eyes gleamed with malice. His

was taken aback

hypnosis something that only appeared in TV

He had a serious expression on his face. "As 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

called out, looking

a look. He only stared into space, not

Hendrix fell into deep thought. His face was

dare to provoke him right now. All

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

for some distance, Hendrix whispered, "Is there anything you would like

that I get

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

didn't answer. He took a turn and pulled the car up in

it is for Wynn to have dinner alone,"

doing" look on

I not

own thoughts and feelings. We left him all alone at home. He