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. Roberts'

won't hold you accountable," Hendrix

both of you were involved in the accident six years ago, your conditions are

eyes gleamed with

was taken aback by

something that only

everyone knows, hypnosis works wonders for memory, which can be

The bodyguard called out, looking to Hendrix

him a look. He only stared into space, not saying anything

the doctor left, Hendrix fell into deep thought. His face was blank while

I didn't dare to provoke him right now. All

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

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

I

better for you to decide." Suddenly, I thought

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

"How lonely it is for

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

could I not

well. They had their own thoughts and feelings. We left him all alone at home. He