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Bradley fell into deep thought. After a long pause, he began slowly, “She’s very beautiful. When she smiles, her
eyes sparkle like stars.”
As he spoke, Hank started sketching with paper and pen.
“Is she tall?”
Bradley made a gesture, saying, “About up to my shoulder.”
“Would that be approximately 1.75 meters tall?”
“Yes, about that.”
During their conversation, Bradley drifted into his memories. He recalled the Esther from his past—the one he
remembered. Back then, Esther was young, beautiful, and full of life.
Following Bradley’s descriptions, Hank sketched a portrait and handed it to Bradley, asking softly, “Mr. Warner, do
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtyou think this resembles her?”
Bradley gazed at the sketch on the paper, examining it for a while before saying, “It doesn’t look like her.”
Hank was surprised. “Not at all?”
“She’s more beautiful than what you’ve drawn.”
Hearing this, Hank asked curiously, “Can you recall a single experience you shared with her? Even something
trivial?”
Bradley was lost in his memories. In his mind, he saw her chasing after him. At that time, he was utterly annoyed
and resentful.
Despite that, no matter when he turned around, he would see her smiling face. He took in his world. As long as he
turned around, he would see Esther just one step away from him.
At some point, she disappeared. It was as if someone he believed would never vanish had vanished.
Bradley remained silent, his eyes gleaming icily like the stars on a winter night.
Hank felt the obvious change in Bradley’s emotions and couldn’t help shuddering inwardly. He took a deep breath to
suppress it. “Mr. Warner, it’s fine if you can’t remember!”
Bradley’s posture exuded chilling hostility. He leaned forward slightly, looking at Hank, and asked coldly, “Am I sick?”
Hank was silent.
“Do I have a mental issue?”
Hank remained quiet.
“I love Esther?”
Hank felt a shiver run down his spine. Bradley’s expression was too terrifying, and he firmly believed that if his
response didn’t satisfy Bradley, Bradley might not hesitate to punch him.
“Mr. Warner, in today’s society, most people have some degree of psychological issues, commonly referred to as
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmental sub-health.”
Bradley tapped his knee, demanding a clearer explanation.
Hank licked his lip and said weakly, “From a psychological assessment, it seems you could benefit from
psychological counseling.”
“Do I love Esther?”
Hank was unnerved by Bradley’s counter-question and felt somewhat dry-mouthed. What did Bradley mean? Why
was he asking him whether he loved Esther? He was a psychologist, not a relationship counselor!
“Mr. Warner, from a psychological perspective, your wife holds a significant place in your heart.”
Hank started to sweat as he tried to answer Bradley’s question correctly.
“She’s important?”
Hank nodded gravely. “Yes.”
“I’m asking you if I love her.”
At this point, Bradley still refused to believe Kevin’s words that he loved Esther! How could he have fallen in love
with her?
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