No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

At 2 p.m.. Freya received Radley’s latest medical report from Ethan. She returned to the ward with the report, but as she reached the door, she heard Radley talking to Connor. She opened the door just in time to hear the last of the man’s speech. He instructed, “Keep the news of my ongoing recovery from the public.”

Connor immediately replied, “Roger that.”

Radley glanced at Freya when she entered, but he didn’t pay much attention. He nodded to Connor, saying. “Now, go ahead and get it done”

After Connor left. Freya finally sat down on the edge of Radley’s bed. She reached out and pulled the blanket over him, asking, “What are you planning to do? Why don’t you announce to the public that you have already recovered? The Monaghan Group has been in chaos recently; even an outsider like me knows about it. She was too busy to deal with those who were causing trouble recently. Otherwise, with Radley confined to his sickbed, she would have taken care of those who were now out there spreading false news. that he was dying.

Radley let out a chuckle; he was very good-looking in the first place, and this smile made him look even more handsome. However, there was a chilling glint in his deep, dark eyes. “Aren’t those people spreading rumors that I’m now disabled? I might as well let them believe it so that I can get rid of them from the Monaghan Group when I go back.”

Freya raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You still have so many tricks up your sleeve while lying in the hospital?”

Radley raised his eyes to look at her. At this moment, she was still looking at the medical report she was holding. Her head was slightly lowered; he could only see her long eyelashes fluttering from his angle. Feeling a flutter in his heart, he reached out to hold her hand. “Frey, let’s get married when this is over.”

The proposal of marriage made her hand pause for a moment. She looked up at him, saying, “It’s not the right time yet. I’d like to find out about that organization first before anything else.”

organization had started to

grim at the mention of the organization. “Let me deal with this.”

your shoulders. Since we’re going to get married, we have to face this enemy together.” As she spoke, she took “The Compendium of Medical Wisdom” out of the bag she had always carried with her. “I’ve been carrying this book with me these days; I

slightly as he flipped through its

words in the book and even applied some visibility chemicals to a corner torn from one of its pages to see if it had hidden content, but I didn’t find

suddenly realled the tear Kaufmann the text box Have

head. Its pages feel like ordinary paper to the touch Wont when we

means they or

holding surgical instruments. Then, the picked up the book and tox blank page from it. After setting fire to one comer of the page, she placed it in the tray, whey whir’s for flames quickly started burning She let out a soft sigh of disappointment Seems like this soft

to its center, both Preys and Killey’s eyes froze. After the paper was reduced to blackish ashes,

top revealing the golden shimmer, which was an extremely delicate pattern made of fine gold thread. The thread looked slightly thicker than a strand of hair; no wonder it

were filled with astonishmen. After all the ashes were blown away, they discovered that the gold thread pattern seemed to be an ancient design. It looked like a round totem, though she couldn’t understand

next to him and took a photo of it. “I’ll

also wondered what material the gold thread was made of. She had previously examined the pages with things like a microscope and so on, but she had never discovered the existence of this gold thread. And now, if they