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 thoughtfully, "As for Mr.

won't hold you

your conditions are very different. All is good with Mr. Roberts' body and

darkened. His eyes gleamed with malice. His aura turned

taken aback by

something that only appeared in

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 help much..." After he finished speaking, he got up to leave;

out, looking to Hendrix

didn't even spare him a look. He only stared into space, not saying anything

into deep thought. His face was blank while also looking very

I wasn't afraid of him, I didn't dare to provoke him right now. All I could do was

long, Hendrix finally came to his senses. He

Hendrix whispered, "Is there anything

you saying that I

Mr. Roberts? I think it's better for you to decide." Suddenly, I

He took a turn and pulled the car

car. "How lonely it is

at me. He had a "I know what I'm doing" look on his face, indicating that there was no need for me

I

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