Chapter 722

It seemed that she needed to get to the bottom of her dreams and headaches!

Grace made up her mind and arranged the appointment with Dr. Leng on her phone.

Just after Grace ended the call, Terrence knocked on the door and entered Jason’s office.

“Young Master Reed, Miss Cummins has just contacted the psychiatrist with the last name Leng. The appointment is scheduled for the day after tomorrow.”

Jason lowered his eyes. His long fingers held the pen in his hand, still signing smoothly on the papers.

“All right, got it.”

Then, Terrence withdrew from the office.

It was only at the moment when the door was about to close that he heard a faint crack in his ear.

It was as if something had cracked.

The door of the president’s office closed and Jason sat on a sofa chair, still in the same position, but he had stopped signing.

The pen in his hand had broken in two, and his handsome face was clouded with gloom.

‘Is Grace… Still trying to get her lost memories back? Is she trying to retrieve the memories associated with Brian?

‘Why? She said she wanted to grow old with me, but why would she want to get back the memories associated with other men?

Could it be that no matter how much I love her and crawl at her feet, there’ll always be a place in her heart for Brian?’

“You’re so heavy. Carrying you is tiring.” The little girl seemed to be complaining.

“I.. I’m sorry…” It was the boy’s sobs. He sounded embarrassed.

He had never thought that one day he would let a girl carry him like this. However, now his feet hurt so badly that he could not walk.

If they did not leave this hill as soon as possible, the bad guys would find them sooner or later.

Even if they were not found, they would not be able to find food or water on the hill.

She had mentioned that she would run down the hill to get the police, but he was afraid-afraid to be left alone in this strange place, and afraid that she would never come back.

He was older than her, and he was a boy. He should have been the one to comfort her, but in the end, she saw his fear and comforted him instead, saying, “Let’s get off the hill together!”

Together… What a beautiful word!’

For the first time, he felt that these two words were so reassuring.

Her little body carried him on her back and she walked over the thorny hill.

Every step was so hard, and her floral dress had more holes in 1.

He knew how much she liked the dress.

He said, “If you like this dress that much, then when we get off the hill, I’ll ask my dad to buy you an exact one.”

‘Even if I can’t buy one, I’ll ask Daddy to find someone to make one that’s the same!’

“It’s all right. Didn’t you say you were going to get me a purple dress? I’ll just wait for your purple dress!” Then, she mumbled, “However, I won’t take it if it’s too ugly!”

‘The purple dress…’

Brian was now standing in front of a wardrobe, looking at the purple dress with the same tiny flowers on the hem as that dress.

However, this dress was naturally much more delicate than the dress the little girl wore.

Brian raised his hand and gently touched the dress. Every year for years, he made a purple dress.

They were of different styles, but the only thing that stayed the same was the little flowers on the dress.

Because ‘she’ liked these little flowers.