Chapter 624 Treatment
George was quiet for a moment before finally getting out of the car. He didn't hold her hand but followed her, step by step, toward the beach.
The waves gently lapped at the shore as Emma bent down to pick up a seashell, holding it out to George. "You once said the shells here look like pieces of stars."
George took the shell, feeling its cool touch on his fingertips. A sudden sharp pain shot through his temple, and a voice flashed through his mind.
"Emma, let's come here every year and collect a jar of stars."
He clenched the shell tightly, the sharp edges digging into his palm, bringing him a moment of clarity.
"What did you do to me?" he demanded, staring at Emma with sharp eyes.
Emma met his gaze, speaking slowly and clearly. "I didn't do anything. Someone else did something to you."
After leaving the beach, Emma took George directly to TeleHealth Hospital.
Billy was already waiting in the examination room. When they entered, he adjusted his glasses and smiled warmly. "Long time no see, Mr. Russell."
George nodded coldly, his eyes scanning the room warily. "What kind of tests?"
"Just routine checks," Emma reassured him, trying to hold his hand, but he quickly pulled away.
Billy, noticing the tension, handed over a form without a word. "Please fill out your basic information first."
Over the next two hours, George underwent a full set of brain scans, blood tests, and psychological evaluations. He cooperated fully but remained expressionless, like a soulless puppet.
Finally, Billy reviewed the test results, frowning. "Strange, all the indicators are normal. There's no trace of drugs or brain damage."
Emma clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "How is that possible? He clearly doesn't remember the past but still reacts instinctively."
Billy pondered for a moment before speaking softly. "If it's not drug-induced, it could be a more advanced psychological suggestion or hypnosis."
"Hypnosis?" Emma's eyes widened.
Billy nodded. "This method wouldn't leave any physical traces but can deeply alter a person's memory and behavior patterns."
George stood by the window, his back to them, seemingly uninterested in their conversation.
Emma approached him from behind, asking softly, "Do you really not remember anything?"
George turned around, his eyes indifferent. "Remember what?"
Emma took a deep breath and suddenly cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. "Remember that you love me."
George's eyes flickered. In his mind, a single phrase echoed, "George loves Wanda." But looking at Emma's face, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"You'll remember," Emma released him and turned to Billy. "No matter what it takes, I need to cure him."
Billy nodded solemnly. "I'll keep researching and let you know as soon as there's any progress."
As they left the hospital, it was already late. George got into the car, his tone cold. "Where to now?"
Emma fastened her seatbelt and smiled slightly. "Home."
"Home?" George scoffed. "What home do we have?"
Emma wasn't offended. Instead, she leaned closer, her breath lightly brushing his ear. "Our marital home, the one you decorated yourself. Every detail is a memory of us."
George's fingers stiffened for a moment before he started the car without another word.
As the car drove into the night, Emma stared out at the passing neon lights, her gaze growing more determined.
In the passenger seat, George caught a glimpse of her resolute profile, and a small crack formed in the corner of his heart.
When they reached downtown, the road ahead suddenly became congested. The colorful neon lights made the street as bright as day, and the sound of laughter could be heard faintly.
"Looks like there's an event up ahead," Emma said, rolling down the window to look.
George glanced at the GPS. "Let's take a detour."
"Wait," Emma grabbed his arm. "Let's check it out, just for a bit."
Before George could protest, she had already unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. George sighed and locked the car, following her.
As they got closer, they saw it was a couples' challenge event hosted by a mall. On stage, the host was enthusiastically explaining the rules. "If you can hold a princess carry and kiss for ten minutes, you'll win a pair of diamond rings worth $10,000!"
The couples in the crowd were eager to participate, cheering loudly. Emma was about to turn away when the host spotted them.
"What a stunning couple!" The host quickly approached, microphone in hand. "Would you two like to join our challenge?"
"No, thank you. We're just passing by," Emma politely declined.
"Don't leave just yet!" The host blocked their way. "You two look so perfect together. It would be a shame not to participate. Plus, our prize is a limited edition!"
George was about to walk away when the host lowered his voice. "We actually need attractive participants for the event. We can offer additional compensation."
Emma was about to refuse again when George said calmly, "Alright."
She turned to him in surprise, meeting his deep, unreadable eyes. He smirked slightly. "Don't you want the rings?"
The host excitedly led them onto the stage. As the spotlight shone down, Emma's heart began to race. George bent down, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back, effortlessly lifting her.
"Time starts now!"
The crowd erupted in applause and whistles. Emma had no choice but to wrap her arms around George's neck, their breaths mingling. She could clearly smell his familiar, cool scent mixed with a hint of tobacco.
"You..." she began, but George had already leaned in to kiss her.
The kiss was sudden yet gentle. His lips were cool, brushing against hers as if testing, confirming something. Emma closed her eyes involuntarily, her fingers clutching his shirt.
The crowd's cheers faded into the background, and it felt like the world had shrunk to just their shared breaths. George's kiss deepened, his tongue lightly grazing her lips, sending a shiver through her.
"Five minutes! Keep going!" The host's voice brought Emma back to reality.
She realized George's eyes were unusually clear, not at all like someone under hypnosis. This realization made her heart skip a beat. Had he remembered?
"Focus," George whispered against her lips, his voice husky.
The last five minutes felt especially long. Emma could feel George's heartbeat quicken, his arms tightening around her. When the host finally announced the time was up, both of them were reluctant to part.
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