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.

many strange ideas and

sound of a car driving into the

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

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

always fell asleep as

be feeling drowsy and wouldn’t go into the study.

had no idea when the study became

a moment before

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

someone knocked on the

called out,

and said with concern, “Sir, don’t work too late. Finish

did the study become

looking and paused before answering, “Oh, these were all arranged by Miss 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

also very delicate, and she specifically instructed me to take

of Miss Scott’s paintings are of you! She paints really well, and she told

of master. Anyway, she’s very impressive.”

his own ears, but he could

time.

must have been proud and confident.

smile, which

Boris coughed lightly and

replied before quickly leaving the

came to the easel and flipped through the paintings

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

obvious in

strokes were full of love. Occasionally,

was still excellent.

expression changing from

computer in a complicated mood. He caught sight of a pink notebook sandwiched between books and pulled

was obviously Ziana’s.

a

straight when he saw what was

A pregnancy test.

premature pregnancy report.

test report.

B–ultrasound report.

Four–dimensional color ultrasound.

be pregnant, almost all her

few sentences seriously, and the words were full

eagerly looked forward to the arrival of the child and also carefully felt the existence of

looked at it, his eyes suddenly became sour and