NovelEnglishChapter 858
Half an hour later, at the psychology clinic.
When Stella saw Silas push open the office door, she looked genuinely surprised.
Usually, she was the one calling Silas, practically begging him to cin. Even when he did show up, the
sessions never really went anywhere. Silas always seemed resistant to therapy; more than once, he'd simply
gone silent and refused to answer her questions.
For him to show up on his own like this? Unprecedented.
She abruptly swung her crossed legs off the desk and got to her feet, mock astonishment coloring her voice.
"Well, well-look who finally paid us a visit!"
Silas shot her a sidelong glance, rolling up his sleeves in the summer heat. "What, is your clinic too broke to
afford air conditioning?"
Stella grumbled as she switched on the AC. "Still as charming as ever. Is 77 degrees cool enough for you? Any
lower and my electric bill's going to suffer."
He didn't bother replying, just slipped into his usual spot on the therapy couch, as if he owned it.
Stella grabbed her camcorder and tripod, heading over to set up. Before she could finish, Silas's voice cut
through the air, cold and abrupt. "I don't like cameras pointed at me."
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Without even looking up from her equipment, Stella replied, “It's just protocol. We both know you're not here for
a real session, so let's just go through the motions. | won't even turn it on."
But Silas fixed her with a steady look. "Let's actually do it, this time."
Stella paused mid-assembly, caught off guard. "Sorry, what?"
"This time, I'll cooperate. I'll answer whatever you ask-honestly."
He'd always refused to participate, never wanting strangers to pry into the corners of his mind. But lately, he'd
found himself wondering why did his head hurt every the saw Marguerite?
Tomorrow was his wedding day. He wasn't sure if Marguerite would show up. But either way, once tomorrow
passed, his life would change forever.
If Marguerite appeared, he'd take her away with him. But he couldn't spend his life on painkillers. If she stayed
away and let him marry someone else, he couldn't keep living with the scars she'd left and pretend everything
was fine with Violet.
He needed answers.
Stella's eyes went wide. She had to be dreaming. Was the world turning upside down? This man had always
hated therapy.
Well, if they were going to do this for real, there was no way she'd skip the camera. She had to be thorough with
every patient, and reviewing the videos later helped her as much as it helped them.
She considered it for a moment. "Alright-I'll set up the camera."
She propped the tripod behind Silas, quietly pressed record, and then took her
seat across from him.
Soft, soothing music filled the room, winding its way into every corner of the office.
Silas felt his nerves slowly settle.
Stella studied his expression, gentle
and
"Marouraging as she began
"Marguerite toldyour
toldyour headaches
started because of her. Is that true?"
"Yes."
"So is it only when you see Marguerite that you get the headaches? Or are there other triggers?"
Silas thought for a moment. "I had headaches before | met Marguerite, too."
"What kind of situations would trigger them?"
"Memories."
"Memories?" Stella frowned, puzzled. "You mean thinking about the past brings on
the pain? What were you remembering at the time?"
Silas hesitated, his face paling a shade. "I don't remember."
"You don't remember what memories were coming up?"
"That's right."
What was going on here? Not remembering the memories-what kind of memory was that supposed to be?
Stella tried a different approach.
you're saying the headaches
d happening recently
you
cinto contact with Marguerite?”
"Yes."
"And do your memories include her?"
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