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.

strange ideas and endless topics

a car driving into the house, she would

would complain that it had taken him so long to come back, and then she would

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

she always fell asleep as she

fell asleep, he would also be feeling drowsy and wouldn’t

no idea when the study became like

before walking

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

then, someone knocked

out,

brought fruit and water to the table and said with concern, “Sir,

“When did the study become like this?”

too cold and lifeless, so she added some living things, just like you and

expensive but also very delicate, and she specifically instructed me to take good care

paintings are of you! She paints

of master. Anyway, she’s

what Ziana said with his own ears, but he could imagine her expression

time.

been

smile, which surprised Mrs. Bill.

her gaze was too intense, Boris coughed lightly

okay,” Mrs. Bill replied before quickly leaving

came to the easel and flipped through the paintings Ziana

as Mrs. Bill had said. All of them were of him, in various expressions and from different angles, as though she had been studying him for many years.

obvious in

were full of love. Occasionally,

was still excellent.

expression changing from

complicated mood. He caught sight of a pink notebook sandwiched between books and pulled it out.

was obviously Ziana’s.

a diary?

it suspiciously and sat up straight when he saw

A pregnancy test.

premature pregnancy report.

test

B–ultrasound report.

Four–dimensional color ultrasound.

she was confirmed to be pregnant, almost all her medical reports were in

every page, she would always record a few sentences seriously, and

and also carefully felt the existence of the child, patiently

it, his eyes