Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee by Lily Foster

Chapter 217 Not Many Years to Live

John, holding a freshly brewed hot coffee, walked over and saw this scene. His face changed immediately, hurriedly putting down the coffee cup and helping her to the couch.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

John helped her sit down on the couch, and Aylin leaned back slightly, taking deep breaths for a while before she finally felt a little better.

She panted and rubbed her temples, “I don’t know either, I just felt like this when I suddenly smelled the scent of sage.

Could it be that I haven’t dealt with perfume ingredients for such a long time? But that shouldn’t be the case…”

Aylin is highly skilled in perfume making; one could say she grew up immersed in various perfume ingredients. John had never seen her react so strongly to any perfume ingredient before.

After a moment of contemplation, his expression grew increasingly worried. “Ms. Koch, could it be… the aftereffects of that explosion? Perhaps you should get yourself checked out again?”

“It probably isn’t.”

Aylin shook her head, “In the past three years, I’ve occasionally had this headache when I’m tired. If I rest well, it’s fine. It’s probably because I’ve been under too much pressure lately.”

Managing the company, investigating Hanson’s case, and dealing with Gavyn who was as clingy as chewing gum, each matter was draining her energy.

John handed over the coffee cup, still feeling a bit uneasy, “Apart from the headache, are there any other unusual symptoms with Ms. Koch?”

Aylin lowered her eyes and fell silent for a moment before saying, “Yes.”

“What else?” John became nervous.

“Recently, I’ve been having some really strange dreams that are quite baffling.”

“Strange dream?”

kind of trouble, and was momentarily stunned. “What exactly is this dream that’s bothering you so much, Ms. Koch? I’ve read The Interpretation of Dreams before. Maybe if

dream, it seems like I had a close relationship with a man. He taught me things and addressed me affectionately. But I have

felt a bit out

saying goes, our thoughts during the day influence our dreams at night. Could it be that Ms. Koch had seen him before, but she just couldn’t remember?” This was the only reasonable explanation he could

head, “No, I don’t know him at

this person,

his hand. Hearing their conversation, he paused for a moment, and a hint of hidden complexity flashed

his head, exhaling

caused by her dreams, John

to tell me. Although I may not have many years left, I can still

nonsense are

raised her face and said, “Stop it, don’t say things like you won’t live for many

“Mr. Gardner!”

He nodded toward something behind Aylin, and she turned her head to see Robert, who had quietly arrived at some point

a sound when you came in!” she exclaimed

not like I’m interrupting you guys

to Aylin. Handing her a paper bag, Robert said, “We passed by the Yves Saint Laurent counter and saw that they had just released their new spring and summer earrings collection. The blue sapphire is your favorite color, and the design is pretty nice too, so we got you a

described by him as

“Thank you, Robert!”

carefully chosen gift. Feeling remembered by someone is wonderful. Aylin’s eyes crinkled

this

on the couch, looking carefree and unrestrained, as if nothing unreasonable had just happened. “Aylin, you work so hard and always insist on doing everything yourself. Robert can’t help you share the burden, so I bought you a little something

brewed coffee for