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.

ideas and endless topics to say to him.

heard the sound of a car driving into the house, she would run to the door

welcome him home with a smile. Then she would complain that it had taken him so long to come back, and then she would tell him some interesting

met a woman who could talk as much as she did. However, he wanted to see how

fell asleep as she spoke.

also be feeling drowsy and wouldn’t

when

for a moment before

looked at the red roses in the vase, which were still stained with water droplets, and the water in

then, someone knocked on the door.

out,

and said with concern, “Sir,

asked, “When did

Scott. She said the style of the study was too cold and lifeless, so she added some living things, just like you and her. You have a quiet personality, but Miss Scott is lively. She said you two complement each

but also very

way, all of Miss Scott’s paintings are of you! She paints really well, and

of master. Anyway, she’s

own

time.

been proud and

smile,

too intense, Boris coughed lightly and

okay,” Mrs. Bill replied before quickly

easel and flipped through the

of them were of him, in various expressions and from

obvious in these

strokes were full of love. Occasionally, a few paintings were messy, but the technique

was still excellent.

looked at them, his expression changing from

computer in a complicated mood. He caught sight of a pink

was obviously Ziana’s.

it a

and sat up straight when he saw what was in it.

A pregnancy test.

pregnancy report.

blood test

B–ultrasound report.

Four–dimensional color ultrasound.

be pregnant,

seriously, and the words

also carefully felt the existence of the

eyes suddenly became sour and