Chapter 409
Chapter 409 Lost Memories
I was still shocked when Atlas touched my forehead. He asked, “Are you unwell?”
I wondered if he genuinely cared as I met his concerned expression. Well, he was compassionate and energetic when dealing with women.
struggled, and his lips brushed against my forehead. He touched my cheek, saying, “You’re not feverish, so why do you look so pale?”
His tone remained tender, which made me dizzy. I was excited but tried to control it, fearing I might get caught in an emotional whirlwind. What did he take me for?
“That isn’t something you should be worrying about.” I pushed him away and mocked him. I instinctively stepped back but leaned against the door with a thud.
Before I could react, he pinned me against the door. His gaze at me and slowly drew closer. As I watched him inch closer, an image flashed in my mind. I imagined someone else getting closer to me with urgency
and panic.
Then, that person held me and reassured me, saying, “Stay awake! Everything will be okay!”
I was startled, and my head throbbed again. I groaned and held my head. Suddenly, my body became unresponsive as it slumped downward. ‘My head hurts so much!”
Atlas quickly caught my falling body and held my head. He anxiously asked, “What’s wrong?!”
“My head hurts so much.” I cradled my head, murmuring weakly.
I felt as if I were floating a moment later and clutched Atlas’s collar in a panic. He carried me to the couch and gently placed me on it. He looked worried, asking. “How badly does it hurt?”
1 pushed him away, my voice weak, “Don’t come near me!”
He held my wrist anxiously. “Chloe, tell me what’s wrong.”
“My head hurts so much. Stay away from me. I don’t want to see you.”
I didn’t want Atlas to approach me because his presence made the images in my mind clearer, and my
head throbbed even more.
“If there’s nothing important, I’ll head back first, Mr. Atlas.” I struggled to stand, not wanting to lose my composure. However, everything went black, and I lost consciousness.
When I awoke, the scent in the air told me I was in a hospital. I instinctively tried to touch my head, but
I met Atlas’s gaze and closed my eyes again. I furrowed my brows, wondering why I was experiencing this headache for no reason. I was embarrassed that I had fainted in Atlas’s office. Everyone in the building
must’ve known about it.
I felt like I had once again shown Atlas my most embarrassing side.
Atlas pressed the button, and a doctor came to the ward. I looked at the doctor and asked, “Doctor,
what’s wrong with me?
“Miss, have you experienced this condition before?” The doctor’s gaze was gentle, and his tone was
soothing
“No, never. It’s been happening recently but was never this severe,” I explained my recent headaches to the doctor. Then, he exchanged glances with Atlas.
I sensed that there might be an underlying implication in their looks. I asked, “What’s wrong? Is there something in my head-”
Before I could finish, the doctor smiled. “Miss, you’re overthinking. Don’t put too much mental pressure on yourself. We’ve conducted a comprehensive examination, and your head is perfectly healthy. “Have you ever had any head injuries or brief episodes of amnesia where you couldn’t recall past events?”
“Yes, I can’t recall my childhood. According to my mother, I had a head injury from a fall, but I don’t remember that I was somewhat surprised.
I wondered if it was due to my inability to remember the past.
Tve indeed lost a significant portion of my memory.
The doctor nodded solemnly. “That’s right. Head injuries can cause short or long-term memory loss. You shouldn’t rush these things. Avoid mental stress and excessive brain usage. Try to recall some past events and adjust your emotions. The lost memories will return as you gradually relax.”
“Are you saying I might recover my memories, even after so many years have passed?” I was excited because I wanted to remember my childhood. I knew those memories must hold a special significance.