The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 252 Will You Marry Me or Not?

This guess made his heart beat faster and his palms sweat.

Ziana was twenty–one now, and exactly five years ago, she was sixteen.

When he was hypnotized by Hank Johnson, the young and tender face he saw in his mind happened to be Ziana’s.

How could there be such a coincidence?

Only one time could be considered a coincidence.

But several things all related to her could not be explained as coincidences anymore.

Could it be that Ziana had saved him five years ago, but for some reason, they all lost their memory?

Boris thought of the frequent nightmares, the series of paintings that made him uncomfortable, and the evasive words of Colter.

Everything around him seemed to be reminding him of something, but it was too chaotic and confusing for him to make sense of it.

But he would definitely get to the bottom of this.

When Boris went upstairs to shower, Mrs. Bill had just finished cooking.

After finishing his meal, Boris went to his study.

The information about the game company under Sean’s name had been sent to his mailbox by Nell.

However, when he pushed open the door, he was stunned.

His study was completely different from how he remembered it.

There was a vase on the table, a fish tank in front of the French windows, and a few easels next to

the bookshelf.

The vase was filled with red roses, the tropical fish in the aquarium were brightly colored, and the

paintings that hadn’t been hung on the wall had soft and warm tones.

The dark–gray room was originally solemn and cold, suddenly bursting with vitality with the addition of these new things.

Boris felt both strange and shocked at the same time.

He realized that it had been almost a year since he had been in this room.

He rarely brought work home, and when he came home, Ziana would always pester him as soon as he entered the door.

and endless topics

car driving into the house, she

home with a smile. Then she would complain that it had taken him so long

much as she did. However, he wanted to see how long she could talk,

she always fell asleep

would also be feeling drowsy and wouldn’t go

when

before walking over to

in the vase, which were still stained with

knocked on the door.

out,

water to the table and said with concern, “Sir, don’t work

nodded and suddenly asked, “When did the study become

of the study was too cold and lifeless, so she added some

not only expensive but also very delicate, and she specifically instructed me to take good care of

are of you! She paints really

master. Anyway, she’s very impressive.”

Ziana said with his own ears, but he could

time.

must have been

but smile, which surprised

intense, Boris coughed lightly and said, “Mrs.

Mrs. Bill replied before quickly leaving the study.

the easel and flipped through

them were of him, in various expressions and from different angles, as though she had been studying him

were obvious in

Occasionally, a few paintings were messy, but the technique

was still excellent.

them, his expression changing

a complicated mood. He caught sight of a pink notebook sandwiched between

was obviously

a

it suspiciously and sat up straight when he saw

A pregnancy test.

pregnancy report.

blood test report.

B–ultrasound report.

Four–dimensional color ultrasound.

to be pregnant, almost all her medical

every page, she would always record a few sentences seriously, and the words were full

and also carefully felt the existence of the child, patiently recording the growth of the

it, his eyes