Chapter 76 Hypnotist

(Rafael's POV)
Two days ago, Landon suddenly approached me. He told me that the matter he had asked him to investigate before had taken off.
"Mr. Raphael, I did not find Mr. Johnson as Miss Ava originally said, but I did find another person who is very familiar with hypnosis."
I was a little surprised by this result.
"Mr. Rafael, if you need, I can reschedule you and you can meet with this gentleman to talk in detail about what there is to say about Madame."
This is certainly the best outcome.
The next day, Landon set up an appointment for me.
Mr. Mathew is also very familiar with hypnosis. The place we agreed upon was somewhat casual, but it was a very comfortable place. To show my sincerity, I arrived twenty minutes early, and shortly thereafter, Mr. Matthew arrived as well.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Raphael, it's good to see you."
Mr. Mathew greeted me politely. We shook hands and then took our seats.
"Mr. Matthew, I'm very sorry for the delay."
"Of course not, and I'm honored to be of service to you."
We just exchanged a few brief pleasantries and then officially cut to the chase.
I told Matthew all about Lena's situation, and after I finished, Matthew frowned.
"God bless you, Mr. Rafael. I have rarely seen such a condition in Madame. You suspect that Madame has lost her memory because of an external force, don't you?"
"Although Lina does seem to have memory loss because I was also once hypnotized by someone else and caused the change of memory, I would like to come and ask for special advice, is this matter related to hypnosis or not? Or is there any hypnotic method that can help Lina recover her memory?"
Matthew's face was a little heavy, he looked at me and did not say anything.
"It's okay, Mr. Matthew, you can say exactly what you want to say."
After getting my permission, Matthew had no more worries.
"There is indeed a way to help the lady recover her memory, but such a way is dangerous."
I narrowed my eyes.
I had expected such an answer, except that, no matter what the method, I was going to try it.
"Is it difficult to implement such an approach?" I inquired.
"It's not difficult, Mr. Raphael, but if it's not done properly, there's a good chance that it will cause secondary damage to the amnesiac." Mr. Matthew pushed his glasses, he looked at me with a grave face, and his tone became serious.
"And, Mr. Raphael, if it is true, as you say, that Madame lost her memory completely after being in a car accident, then it is likely that it was this same car accident that stimulated her. I'm afraid it would be difficult to create such a scenario as well."
What Matthew said does make sense.
At first, when I heard that such a method would likely hurt Lena, I was already a little shaken.
However, if what caused Lena's memory loss was the car accident, I have absolutely no way to implement this solution.
I sighed and reached out to rub my brow between my hands.
A sense of powerlessness overwhelmed me deeply.
"I appreciate your help, Mr. Mathew."
I was in a terrible mood. I had thought there was hope. But now that hope is also completely dashed.
"Of course, Mr. Raphael, what I just said is just a hypothesis."
Mr. Matthew's sudden turn of events and his words made me lookup.
"Only the car accident is the root cause so that the hypothesis can be valid. If it wasn't the car accident that irritated the lady, then it's a good thing."
Although things took a turn for the better, my excitement soon faded again.
I sighed because I simply did not know whether the stimulus to the end Lena's was that one car accident or not.
I didn't ask Lena anything, I didn't dare to ask Lena, I was worried that if I told her what happened before, Lena would be hurt again.
But Lena did want to know the truth.
And she does deserve that truth.
In the beginning, it was because there were too many misunderstandings between us that there was later suspicion, and I don't want that to happen again.
"Mr. Matthew, if a car accident is not the root cause, what should I do?"
Mr. Matt replied, "It's very simple, Mr. Raphael, as long as you notice that Madame usually has a more intense reaction when she sees something. Of course, this may require you to take her often to places she has been before; after all, finding the root cause can be a lot of work."
When I heard such words from Mr. Matthew, my heart suddenly had some other thoughts.
My brow furrowed and I slowly said, "Mr. Matthew, what exactly is the more violent reaction you're talking about?"
"For example, loud screaming, or temporary shock, these are more intense reactions. Of course, each person is different, it still depends on the situation."
If that's the case, I think I already know exactly what one of the sources is.
Before I could say anything, Mr. Mathew interrupted me: "But, Mr. Raphael. There are times when there is more than one source, you have to find the most fundamental one, the one that works best."
I seem to have been struck by this statement, because most likely, what I found was not the most fundamental.
Of course, Matthew's words still helped me a lot, and at the time of separation, I asked him to help me keep an eye out for someone named Johnson.
Then we both said our goodbyes.
I've been wondering what it would take to help Lena regain her memory.
Soon, that opportunity came.
Lena rejoined my office. I was still a little hesitant, after all, I was worried about hurting Lena again when she reacted that way.
I looked at Lena's figure gradually fell into contemplation.
If I keep looking, I'll have a hard time finding another scene or thing that will irritate Lena, even if I don't know if this is the key or not, I have no other choice.
So I shut my computer down and walked over to Lena's side.
Eventually, I made up my mind.
(Lena's POV)
What the hell is going on right now, even I can't figure it out myself.
When Raphael touched me, my mind went blank. It was as if I lost the ability to think and could only freeze in place, unable to make any reaction.
But Rafael didn't mean to stop, and I knew if I didn't stop him, it was all over.
But when I called out his name in a shrill voice, Rafael didn't stop.
"Rafael!" My heart began to beat faster. I should feel scared, but right now I don't feel that way.
I didn't want to run away either, but my cheeks couldn't help but blush.
Raphael's palm was wide, and his palm was hot, which gave me a comforting sensation. But soon I snapped out of it.
I tried to break free from his grip, but such struggles were to no avail.
Oh my God! Am I dreaming, or am I crazy?
Rafael only gently stroked my skin, which I felt very ticklish. But I knew very well that now was not the time for me to laugh out loud. Rafael came even closer to me, his breath was laying over and I felt my heart beating out.
At this time, Rafael came to my ear and spoke softly.
"Lena, what exactly did you see that day when you first came into my office?"
I froze in place for a moment, not knowing what kind of reaction to make.
I knew exactly which day Rafael was talking about, but I had no idea how to explain it to him.
If, for example, I said that I just saw this place and then suddenly started to go crazy. No one would believe such a statement. After all, if I hadn't experienced it myself, I wouldn't have believed it.
I took a deep breath and wasn't about to answer Raphael's question: "Let me go first, we can't talk properly."
Even when I said this, Rafael didn't react. He didn't seem to care about the answer. He kissed the back of my neck, which made my body tremble even more. Gradually I began to feel fear, not understanding what he wanted.
"Raphael, if you keep this up, I'm going to get angry."
It may be that my words gave him some deterrent effect. Rafael's movements stopped, but he still didn't release me.
"Tell me, Lena, what exactly did you see that day?"
I struggled to think back to that day, which was a difficult thing to do because by now I was vaguely feeling like I had a bit of a headache and the memories of that day weren't very fond.
"The table." I said with some urgency, "As soon as I entered the door, I saw the table in front of you. Then there were those visions, and you already know that those visions I have already told you."
Raphael's palm gently patted my back, as if he was soothing me, and as if he was thinking about something, but he still didn't get up.
I was already on the verge of anger, and I wasn't going to continue to indulge him.
"Rafael, you better let go of me now and then give me a proper explanation."
I think the tone of my accusation may have affected him after all.
Rafael held my hand as he nibbled the tip of my ear, deliberately saying things that would shame me.
"Lena, I know you probably don't want to do this right now, but if I want to get you well, I have to."
I suddenly felt fear, which was without any reason. I wanted to shout out, but Rafael suddenly rolled me over. He pinned me to the table and looked at me with a calm gaze.
My brow couldn't help but furrow: "What the hell do you want to do?"
"I'm sorry I have to do this to you."
I looked at Raphael's serious look and stared at my own eyes in shock.