Chapter 133

He talked calmly, but Guinevere realized that he meant if she didn’t do the check-up, they wouldn’t get
married.

Her entire body trembled, but she forced herself to sit.

She couldn’t even look Dr. Quirk in the eyes.

Dr. Quirk just pushed his glasses, his face expressionless.

Guinevere had an undeniably gorgeous face. She was sensual and elegant, and it was no surprise that
she was a major celebrity in the entertainment industry.

Dr. Quirk had his own degree of professionalism. He wouldn’t lose his cool in the face of such a beauty.
“Do you know which part of your memory you’ve lost, Ms. Cohen?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t lose my memories. I really didn’t lose my memories.” . Despite her dazed
looks, she persisted and reaffirmed her statement. They were there to do a psychology test, but why
was it not what she had expected? “Do you truly have no recollection, Ms. Cohen? However, it is noted
in your medical report that you experienced amnesia a year ago.”

She covered her ears and shook her head before he could continue. “I don’t remember. I’m not sure
what you’re on about. I never forgot anything…”

When was a year ago?

She was trying hard to recall her memories. A year ago was when she officially got together with
Weston.



She had known Weston for several years, and he had never dated a girl during that time. She was the
only female he was close to.

Because of this, everyone assumed they were in a relationship, but they weren’t.

The day they officially got together was the second day after they accidentally slept together. How
would she forget about it?

She wouldn’t.

She frantically shook her head. “What report? I never went to see a psychologist before. Why would
you have my report?”

Guinevere was mumbling to herself. Seeing this, Dr. Quirk frowned and turned to face Weston, saying,
“Mr. Ford, her situation is worse than I imagined.” It was almost as if Weston had expected this. He
remained silent for a minute before asking calmly, “Is there a possibility for recovery?” “It’s difficult,
given her current circumstances.”

After a little pause, Dr. Quirk resumed, “Because a part of the therapy procedure concerns the patient’s
privacy, it is not documented. If I want to treat her, I need to know why she has such a severe trauma
issue.” Guinevere sat at the side and listened to them converse. She understood every word they
spoke, but she didn’t grasp what they meant.

“I’ve never suffered any trauma!” She stood up all of a sudden. Unable to stay still, she was about to
turn away with her bag.

“Gwen.” As he yanked her wrist, Weston’s voice was forceful.

“Sit down.” Guinevere pushed his hands away violently. “I understand you don’t want to marry me, and
you hold me responsible for Stella’s death. But, it has nothing to do with me. It’s all on the kidnappers.”



As she spoke, tears ran down her cheeks. “Do you regret rescuing me? Stella would still be alive if you
hadn’t come to my rescue.” “That’s not what I meant.”

His face was as cold as ice as he gazed at her, emotionless. “Sit down and continue the treatment.”

“I said that I’m not ill!” Guinevere yelled. Just as she was about to break down, the door suddenly flew
open.

“Weston, come out here!” said an unexpected guest with a solemn face.




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