Chapter 455 Restoring Memory
Odette slowly opened her eyes as Lauren shook her vigorously. Her vision gradually cleared, and Lauren let out a long sigh of relief, though her heart skipped a beat seeing Odette awake.
Odette's eyes looked too familiar, just like before she lost her memory, clouded and with a hint of an unknown obsession.
Lauren instinctively pulled her hand back from Odette's shoulder and cautiously asked, "Odette, you okay? Did you remember something?"
Odette shook her head hard, tilted it to the side, and smiled at Lauren. "Lauren, I'm fine. But I still can't remember anything. Sorry to disappoint you."
"That's okay, as long as you're fine," Lauren said, seeing the familiar Odette again and thinking she had just been overthinking. "If you can't remember, we'll find another way. This method is too dangerous; we shouldn't use it again."
Quentin, who had been standing further away and hadn't noticed Odette's odd behavior, walked over to them and said flatly, "Since this method didn't work, let's head back."
He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Lauren, ignoring the shivering Odette beside them. "You're wet; wear this so you don't catch a cold."
Lauren glanced back at him, trying to take off the jacket. "I'm fine. Give it to Odette; she just came out of the sea."
"No, this is for you. We'll turn on the heat in the car; she won't catch a cold."
Quentin's stubbornness could be frustrating at times, so Lauren had no choice but to keep the jacket on, her expression a mix of amusement and helplessness.
The two were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice the malicious glint in Odette's eyes.
When Lauren turned back, Odette quickly masked her expression, feigning innocence.
Odette, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke as they neared the car. "Quentin, do you hate me?"
"No." Lauren instinctively wanted to deny it for Quentin, considering Odette had just been thrown into the sea.
But Quentin was quicker, "Yes."
His tone was indifferent, his gaze cold and devoid of any emotion.
Odette shivered inexplicably at the sight of him. "Can I ask why?"
"You hurt the person I love most. Don't expect forgiveness from me."
Quentin didn't care if Odette understood; he was straightforward about the reason.
"Is the person you love most Lauren? What will you do with me once I regain my memory? Send me to the police?"
Odette's tone turned strange, but Quentin, lost in thought, didn't notice.
He stopped walking and said without a hint of pretense, "You should face the consequences of your actions."
After that, Odette fell silent, and the atmosphere turned icy.
Lauren quickly tried to smooth things over. "Alright, Quentin, Odette hasn't regained her memory yet. Why say these things now? Don't worry, we'll deal with it later."
"Later? Do you think I have a later?" Odette's voice was so low that Lauren didn't catch it.
Curious, she leaned in and asked, "What did you say?"
Odette looked up silently, glanced at Quentin behind them, and suddenly pointed across the street. "Lauren, look! There's a beautiful flower over there. Let's go check it out."
"Where?"
Before Lauren could react, Odette had already pulled her into a run, widening the distance between them and Quentin.
Quentin heard the footsteps and looked up, a sense of unease rising in him. He shouted, "Stop right there!"
Lauren wanted to stop, but Odette didn't give her the chance, stubbornly dragging her forward until they were a safe distance from Quentin. Only then did she stop.
"Why are you running so fast? I can barely keep up."
Lauren bent over, gasping for breath, not noticing the growing madness on Odette's face.
But Quentin, with his sharp eyes, noticed Odette's abnormality. He thought, 'This is bad. Odette must have regained her memory.'
He shouted urgently, "Lauren, get away!"
"What? Where to?"
Lauren was confused, but the next second, a cold hand clamped around her neck, making it hard to breathe.
Only then did Lauren realize Odette had regained her memory.
Struggling to speak, Lauren coughed, "When did you remember?"
"Not long ago, when I fainted in the sea."
Odette's cold, wet clothes pressed against Lauren's back, making her uncomfortable.
Lauren's jacket had fallen off during their run.
Seeing Quentin getting closer, Odette tightened her grip on Lauren's neck, threatening, "Stop! Take another step, and I'll snap her neck. Quentin, you don't want a headless wife, do you?"
Lauren, facing away from Odette, couldn't see the madness in her eyes, but Quentin could.
He didn't dare risk Lauren's life and stopped, his expression darkening. "Odette, what do you want?"
"What do I want? Quentin, don't you know? I just want to be with you. Why can't you grant me this one humble wish?"
Odette's gaze at Quentin was filled with obsession, but it soon turned into deep-seated hatred.
Lauren, hearing Odette's words so close to her ear, felt a chill run down her spine.
Odette was clearly in a state of extreme madness, capable of anything.
"Name any other condition, and I'll agree, as long as you let Lauren go."
Quentin glanced at Lauren, his worry evident. Though he quickly looked away, Odette noticed.
"Anything? Even if I want the Robinson Conglomerate in my name?"
"No," Lauren protested. "Quentin, don't listen to her. I'll be fine. The Robinson Conglomerate is your life's work; you can't give it to her!"
"Shut up!" Odette's eyes turned vicious, as if she might snap Lauren's neck at any moment. "Quentin, have you made up your mind?"
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