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."

paused for a moment before looking at Hendrix and

I won't hold you accountable," Hendrix reassured

accident six years ago, your conditions are very different. All

His eyes gleamed with malice. His aura turned colder and extremely

I was taken

that only

the medical field. It's mostly used to ease a patient's emotions..." The doctor pushed his glasses up on his nose. He had a serious expression on his face. "As everyone knows, hypnosis works wonders for memory,

called out,

a look. He only stared into space, not saying anything else. No one

left, Hendrix fell into deep thought. His face was

I wasn't afraid of him, I didn't dare to provoke him right now.

how long, Hendrix finally came to his senses. He stood up and took my hand, practically dragging me to the

"Is there anything you would like to have for

that I get to

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

pulled the car up in

the car. "How lonely it is for

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

I

had their own thoughts and feelings. We