A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Although he was a foreigner, Dr. Meio spoke Chanaean fluently. One could not have guessed his nationality right just by listening to his impeccable accent.

Dr. Meio seemed to be able to read her mind like a book. He explained, “I came to Chanaea with my parents when I was ten, so I can speak good Chanaean. Please take a seat, Ms. Moore.”

Just like that, Arielle felt that he was quite clever.

As she sat opposite the doctor, he passed her a few sheets of paper. “This is a psychology questionnaire that I’ve created. I do think that it’s better than the generic survey used internationally. Go ahead and fill it out as we have a little chit-chat.”

“Okay.” Arielle nodded.

She took approximately an hour to complete the detailed survey.

“Please wait a moment,” uttered Dr. Meio. Few minutes later, he returned with an analysis in his hands and a confused look on his face. “Ms. Moore, from our conversations as well as the questionnaire report, there’s no issue with your mental health. In fact, you’re doing very well psychologically. The results show that you’re comparatively more assured, strong, and resolute than the majority. May I know why you are seeking consultation?”

Arielle hesitated, but decided to share all of the weird encounters she had experienced recently with the doctor.

more peculiar he looked

asked anxiously, “What’s wrong, Dr. Meio? Is

Meio rubbed his nose, unsure how to respond to

while. “Ms. Moore, have you ever been

Arielle denied, “No.”

do you watch any soap operas, romantic movies

time. Free time is so sacred, I’d

Meio found her response simply unbelievable. “A girl at your age enjoys watching financial news… Wow, Ms. Moore, I can’t wrap my head around this. There’s no wonder your

do you mean by that?” Arielle

Meio stood up and shook her

Ms. Moore, you’re in

sipping tea at the

when she was about to make the fourth run to the

her and queried, “What did