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    Evan’s smile was a little tight.


    “Is there something you need, Hailey? Why did you reach out to me all of a sudden?”


    His tone was courteous but made it clear they were far from being close.


    Hailey’s eyes practically twinkled as her smile widened.


    “Have a seat first, why don’t you? Let’s catch up and chat over a meal.”


    Evan nodded graciously and sat down.


    As he settled into his seat, he remembered something.


    “By the way, I heard you got married recently. I have yet to meet your husband, but I’ve heard that he’s quite a catch. People say you two are perfect for each other.”


    Hisment seemed to touch a nerve with Hailey. Her smile dimmed, and she let out a weary, almost sorrowful sigh.


    “He’s very good to me, but…”


    Hailey trailed off and batted her eyshes as though she were deeply aggrieved.


    “The thing is, Patrick only fell in love with me because he lost his memory in an ident three years ago. I’m just… I’m really scared that one day he’ll regain his memory and leave me.”


    By the time she finished speaking, the corners of her eyes had turned red, making her look as pitiful as ever.


    Evan’s brow furrowed slightly. Just like he had said, he had never met Patrick before, but he had heard a lot about him, and from what he had surmised, the man didn’t seem like the type to discard his rtionships so easily.


    “You shouldn’t worry about such things, Hailey. I don’t think he would do that to you.”


    Hailey wiped nonexistent tears from her cheeks.


    “I trust him, of course, but there’s this wretched woman who’s constantly meddling with our marriage! She just keeps inserting herself into his business, pulling every trick in the book to get his attention! I can’t help but worry!”


    Then she suddenly leaned over the table, her eyes wide with expectation as she fixed them on Evan.


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    “Aren’t you doing research on deep hypnosis these days? I heard that it can make someone forget their pastpletely and live like a totally new person. Is that true?”


    She had barely gotten thest word out when Evan raised his hand.


    “Hailey!” he said, his tone sharp and reprimanding, his expression dark.


    “The purpose of my research—”


    “…is to help in the recovery of those who are in a vegetative state. My goal is to help them rebuild their cognitive functions, not to serve one person’s selfish desires to alter or erase another’s memories!”


    Evan’s disappointment was written all over his face.


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