Chapter 619 Through the Photographers Lens (1/2)

Hearing the door open behind her, Carla turned around excitedly.

A tall, slim figure strolled through the door. She wasn't sure if he would remember her after his hypnotherapy. She look at him in the eyes desperately and called out tentatively, ”Terence?”

Terence returned her gaze with a smile and seemed his usual self. He held out his hand to Carla. ”Let's go home, beautiful wife of mine.”

Carla started at him up and down suspiciously and asked, ”Are you feeling all right?”

”I feel fine. Doctor Allen said my tendency to feel resentment towards you will recur fleetingly. It's not as bad as you think,” Terence explained. Then, he took her hand in his and together they headed downstairs.

Terence's words reassured her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of relief.

She had prepared herself for the worst. She'd thought Terence would not recognize or remember her after his hypnotherapy.

”Don't worry. I grilled Doctor Allen about it. It's because the hypnosis I underwent two years ago blocked all of my memories about you. So it's not so easy for me to think back to those times. I'd suppressed all memories of you,” Terence said after climbing into the driver's seat.

He made himself comfortable in the seat and added, ”And now, Doctor Allen is trying to construct a bridge in my brain between my suppressed memories of you and now. Only when there are a lot of memories appearing at the same time, will my brain instinctively protect itself. And only then, my hate might resurface momentarily.”

Carla also slid into the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt. ”Really? I feel a little relieved. I've been tearing myself to bits about this with worry. I was so afraid you wouldn't remember me at all when you came out. I thought you'd look at me blankly as though I was a stranger, and all your memories of us together would have been wiped clear from your mind. I was thinking of many different ways to introduce myself to you, to explain the years we've spent by each other's sides. Nothing seemed quite right.”

”Even if I hate you, at least I'll still remember you, so you needn't worry about that,” Terence said with a smile. Then, he turned the key in the ignition and started the car.

”It's getting late, we should get some food,” Terence said.

The truth was it was already late and way past dinner time. Terence didn't want to trouble the maid by asking her to cook something for them when they got back.

”Okay! Seafood seems nice!” Carla said mischievously.

Her stomach was rumbling and had been for a few hours. She was so nervous about whether Terence would remember her or not that she had forgotten to eat.

She looked around the car, searching for something to eat. And finally, she found one lonely old lollipop.