Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 1208 Evelyn’s Pregnant

Following Nicole's tender voice, Colton's mind formed a mental image of a figure, and he focused on it intently. All he could make out was her delicate, beautiful face and sweet, soothing voice. However, the mental image that popped into his head was the woman as she had appeared to him when he opened his eyes that morning.

The soothing voice continued to speak while he ruminated on his thoughts. "Try to recall your memories from your time with Nicole," she said monotonously while staring at the man reclining on a chaise.

His tall frame was slouched on the chaise while he kept his eyes tightly closed. At this moment, the creases between his brows were slightly furrowed as if he recalled something unpleasant.

After a while, his eyes popped open, sweat beaded his face, and he couldn't help but heave and gasp as he awoke.

When she observed Colton's response, Nicole hurried over to check on him. She noticed his pulse was regular and nothing was wrong with him. Then, she offered him a glass of water, and he drank it in several large gulps before letting out a sigh of relief.

She eyed him worriedly and asked, "What did you remember?"

Then, he raised his hand to rub the area between his eyebrows. Everything seemed normal initially, and his mind conjured up images of Nicole and Hayden. However, as he tried to delve deeper into his thoughts, everything went dark, and he appeared trapped inside a solid cage.

free from the cage before realizing he was tied down and could not leave regardless of his actions. The more he struggled, the more he felt like he was

became. Towards the end, the severe

up from the discomfort, he noticed he had broken out in a

with a slightly hoarse voice, "My head hurts a lot, almost to the

tolerance and sheer willpower, so it would take time to recover his memory if he couldn't endure the discomfort. "Alright. If it's so painful, don't think about it. You should get some

was as if someone had jammed the narrow passageway leading to them. Nevertheless, the more he pushed himself to remember them, the worse the pain in

ragardlass of his actions. Tha mora ha strugglad, tha mora ha falt lika ha was baing draggad and unabla to

racall tha mamorias, but tha mora ha did so, tha worsa his haadacha bacama. Towards tha and, tha savara

up from tha discomfort, ha noticad ha

"My haad hurts a lot, almost to tha point of baing intolarabla, whanavar I try to think of you and

ha couldn't andura tha discomfort. "Alright. If it's so painful, don't think about it. You