Chapter 1067 Hannah Felt Shy Around Charles
Watching her figure disappear from sight, Charles revealed his first genuine smile in days. His furrowed brows finally relaxed.
Stella excitedly sat next to Charles. "Charles, it seems like Hannah is starting to remember some things! Does this mean she might remember you?"
Charles wasn't as optimistic. "It's still uncertain, but at least it's a good start!"
After the incident with Hannah, Martin had told him that Hunter once kidnapped Patricia and tried to use hypnosis to make her forget everything, giving her a new identity so she would stay with him forever.
But because Patricia's willpower was too strong, Hunter's plan didn't succeed. So, this hypnosis method wasn't completely unbreakable.
Although they couldn't forcibly break the hypnosis on Hannah, if her willpower was strong enough to remember on her own, then the hypnosis would be ineffective on her.
It might not necessarily work. But regardless of whether it worked or not, he had to try. He needed to help Hannah recover their shared memories.
Stella said, "Whether it works or not, we have to try! Tomorrow, I'll take Hannah to school, to the dorm! I'll take her to every place on campus. Even if she can only remember a little bit, it's still good."
Charles nodded. "I'll go with you tomorrow."
At this moment, Randy raised his hand and quietly asked, "Do you need me to come along?"
Stella waved her hand vigorously. "No need, Charles and I can handle it! You haven't rested well these past few days, so just stay home and rest tomorrow!"
Randy nodded in agreement.
Charles took a deep breath and stood up from the sofa. "Alright, it's late. Go to your rooms and rest! It's already 1 AM, so we can sleep in a bit tomorrow."
Stella also stood up. "OK! I'll head to my room to rest then!"
Fortunately, Charles's house was big enough. Each of them had their own room and didn't need to squeeze together.
Hannah returned to her room and looked at the furnishings. The blue-gray curtains, the cherry bedside lamp that clashed with the cool-toned decor of the room, inexplicably added a touch of warmth to the otherwise cold room.
Hannah couldn't help but walk to the window. The white sheer curtain danced in the wind.
She reached out her hand, and the curtain brushed past her palm, soft and gentle, like a tender caress.
She stood by the window, looking at the neon night scene outside, and an increasingly strong sense of familiarity surged over her.
She tilted her head, full of confusion. Why did so many voices flash through her mind when she was in the kitchen?
She could tell that the woman's voice was identical to hers. The man's voice was Charles's. Why did she have memories that didn't belong to her?
And the intimate feeling that slipped out so naturally. It should only exist between couples. Why did she call out so naturally? What was going on?
Hannah stood by the window for a long time. Feeling tired, she walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and naturally took out a set of pink pajamas.
She planned to take a shower first and then go to bed. As she opened the door, the door across from her also opened, and Charles stood there with a water cup in his hand.
They stood face to face, caught off guard.
Charles's jawline was sharp and clear, extending to his ears. His neck was long, with a prominent Adam's apple, broad shoulders, and a white T-shirt half-covering his collarbone.
The dim light made his features appear both hazy and profound. This was the first time she had properly looked at him. And the first time she realized he was so handsome. More handsome than any man she had ever seen.
Especially his eyes, naturally filled with deep emotion, which could make any woman fall for him. Hannah stared at him, lost in thought.
Charles, with a faint smile, walked up to her, glanced at the pajamas in her arms, and softly asked, "Taking a shower?"
Hannah snapped out of it, realizing she had been staring at him, and shook her head vigorously, wishing she could slap herself. She could only nod frantically to cover her embarrassment and guilt. "Yes! I can't sleep without a shower."
Charles noticed that since returning home, she seemed more mature and articulate than before.
When they were in Country H, she was like a child, always carrying a sense of innocence. Since coming back, she had visibly changed.
Charles pointed to his room. "Randy is still waiting for the bathroom outside; you might have to wait a long time! You can use mine first!"
Hannah's eyes widened in surprise. "Use your room?"
Charles nodded. "Yes! You used to use it often anyway."
Hannah's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "No, I didn't! You must be mistaken!"
Charles smiled but didn't explain.
Hannah couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to shower?"
Charles raised the water cup in his hand. "I've been away for too long, and there's a lot of work piled up at the company that I need to handle. I'll get some water and work in the study for a bit, then shower later."
Hannah exclaimed, "So late, and you still have work to do?"
Charles smiled. "I took a nap on the plane back, so I'm not too tired! I don't need much sleep; just a short rest is enough."
"Okay!" Hannah nodded, indicating she understood. "So, I'll go shower in your room?" It was more of a statement than a question.
Charles, worried she might feel uncomfortable, nodded and, being a gentleman, left with his water cup.
Watching his figure disappear, Hannah's heart started to race uncontrollably, and her cheeks inexplicably heated up.
She cupped her face with her hands, feeling the warmth from her cheeks spread to her heart, making her whole body feel even hotter.
What was going on? Why was her body acting so strangely? What was happening to her? Since returning to this house, it felt like something was quietly changing, and she was becoming a different person.
She didn't seem to fear Charles anymore. Her eyes would even unconsciously follow him.
When Charles returned with his water, he saw Hannah still standing at the door, lost in thought, with her hands cupping her face. Thinking she might be unwell, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Hannah snapped out of it, her face turning even redder with embarrassment. She couldn't look at Charles and quickly ran into his room with her pajamas, closing the door behind her.
Was Hannah feeling shy? Since finding her, this was the first time Charles had seen her shy. So cute.
Charles chuckled, finding the earlier Hannah amusing. Shaking his head indulgently, he took his water cup and went to the study.
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