Chapter 1066

Chapter 1066Chapter 1066 Hayden rarely felt incredibly frustrated and irritated, unable to get his mind off it no matter
how he tried. After flipping through the medical records, he tossed them aside again and closed his eyes.
His emotions were still in turmoil.
It would be hard for a doctor to heal himself.
A psychiatrist was human too. They might have psychological problems as well. However , Hayden was
well aware of his psychological state, and he attempted to ease his thoughts. He would not allow himself
to fall into the same emotional distress as other mortals.
.
Despite that, it seemed like he had inevitably descended into a downward spiral. The few short days he
spent counseling Stella had turned into a nightmare for him.
He opened Stella‘s medical records, which documented her emotional state.
Hayden looked at it over and over again. It was as if Stella was standing in front of him and talking to
him.
He kept drawing a picture of Stella alive in his mind. Sometimes, they wouldn‘t just talk about her
psychological state, but things unrelated to work like daily conversations... That was not how it should
be.
Hayden shook his head hard. He shouldn‘t have crossed the line and spoken too much to his patient,
even if he simply thought he did. He should‘ve treated Stella professionally as he was with Guinevere.
While working , he would try to probe every thought in the patient‘s head, trying to find out the reasons
behind their emotions and thoughts. However, as soon as the clock indicated the end of work, he
should‘ve just treated them as strangers.
How could he have become so unprofessional?
Weston stood on the balcony, feeling the chilly breeze on the long cold night, his deep–featured face
looking cold.
The few ice cubes he added to the glasses clinked distinctly.
The screen from the laptop cast a little shadow under the bridge of his nose, making him look even more
enigmatic
and profound. It was difficult to read his real emotions.
On the screen was a large amount of information about Stockholm syndrome. Weston spent half an hour
learning about the condition and made a guesstimate on Stella‘s chances of developing it.
Hayden vaguely mentioned the possibility, and Weston already had all the plans in his head. What would
he do if Stella really had Stockholm syndrome? He thought if Stella was really sick, what she needed might not be a remedy, but him. He could be her
cure.
This possibility made his blood rush again. It took him a long time before he calmed down, though the
thoughts in his head made his body scream and tremble in excitement.
Then, the door to the study clicked open. Weston looked up and looked over to the door slowly. “Stella?”
The only person who could come and go freely from his study was Stella Stella walked in barefoot .
“Where have you been? Why have you been gone so long...”
She trotted in and stood in front of him, displaying a face full of complaint and grump.
“I woke up to find you missing. Didn‘t you promise to sleep with me?” Stella looked into Weston‘s eyes
and saw that they were dark. Then, she vaguely saw a surge of emotion that screamed at her, trying to
consume her.
Stella instinctively felt a hint of danger and backed away, but Weston grabbed her by the wrist and
tugged her into his lap.
“Sorry. It‘s my fault.” He tipped her chin and pecked her lips softly. “I had a phone call just now. I didn‘t
want to
disturb you, so I came to the study.” Previous Chapter