Chapter 944

“I don’t wish to take your life.” Matt lifted the cup to her lips. “Drink it.”

Diana refused. Who knew what he had spiked the water with?!

Her eyes grew wide. She pursed her lips and whimpered as loudly as she could.

Matt smiled, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table. He narrowed his eyes and asked her, “Aren’t you dying to know why you lost your memories?”

He looked at her with a somewhat sincere gaze. She became even more confused.

She nodded, whimpering.

“I’m sorry,” Matt apologized sincerely. “I can only tell you if you drink this and take this pill.”

Having said that, he popped a pill in his mouth. He looked casual, as if he was eating candy. He seemed to be demonstrating to Diana that there was nothing wrong with the pill and the water.

Even so, Diana didn’t trust him.

Right now, she trusted no one except for Julian!

But… Why wasn’t he here to rescue her yet?

Diana looked at the door, which was tightly shut. She chanted to herself, hoping that Julian’s men would rush in and take her away from this strange man-far, far away.

Yet, even after a long time passed, nothing happened.

Matt noticed that she kept eyeing the door. He sensed that something was amiss. Anxious, he demanded, “Is Julian Fulcher here?”

No!

Diana shook her head.

If he was, there was no need for her to panic. She need not fear, either. At this moment, she finally understood how much faith she placed in Julian.

She trusted him so much, his name was all she could think about at such a critical moment.

‘Julian Fulcher.

‘I trust you.

‘Will you come or not?’

Disbelief flashed past Matt’s eyes. He walked to the door, and opened it by a crack to look out and ensure nothing was wrong. When he turned around, he received a call.

After the call, he looked clearly anxious.

He turned around swiftly and begged Diana earnestly, “I beg you, drink this water and take this pill.”

Perhaps because he was worried about hurting her, he didn’t force her despite his mounting anxiety.

When Diana still refused, he began panicking.

“If you don’t take the pill, you’ll never regain your memories ever again! Don’t you want to remember your past?”

“Mmm!”

Would she really get back her memories by drinking the water and taking the pill?

“No,” Matt said. He was unexpectedly honest. “Now isn’t the time for you to get back your memories.

But don’t worry, we don’t want you dead yet.”

We?

Who did “we” refer to?

The more Matt spoke, the more confused Diana was.

Who exactly was the one who stripped her of her memories?

What method did he or she use?

Why was Matt insisting for her to take the pill?

And yet, he didn’t look like he wanted to hurt her.

Diana gradually calmed down, no longer so nervous.

Conversely, Matt became increasingly anxious. He looked like he was counting each passing minute.

His originally straight torso bent forward, and his neatly ironed suit became crumpled. He grabbed Diana’s sleeves and positioned the pill at her lips.

“Diana, please. Eat it.”

Diana dared not. She kept her mouth shut tight.

More time passed, and Matt became even more anxious. He forced the pill into Diana’s mouth. Her tongue soon tasted the pill.

It was neither bitter nor sweet. Instead, it had a spicy taste that went right to her brain. She found it strange.

All the more reason for her not to open her mouth and take the pill.

Matt exerted more force; he almost crushed the pill, so he could stuff its fine powder through the gaps in her teeth.