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.

always had many strange ideas and endless topics

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

Then she would complain that it had taken him so

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

she always fell asleep as she spoke.

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

had no idea when the study became like

a moment before walking over to the

with water droplets,

then, someone knocked on the door.

out, “Come in.”

to the table and said with concern, “Sir, don’t work too late.

“When did the study become like this?”

Bill noticed where he was 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

but also very delicate, and she specifically instructed

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

Anyway, she’s

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

time.

been proud and

smile, which surprised Mrs.

coughed lightly and said, “Mrs. Bill, go and rest

Bill replied before quickly leaving the

and flipped through

him, in various expressions and from different angles, as though she had been studying him for

emotions were obvious in

strokes were full of love. Occasionally, a few paintings

was still excellent.

looked at them, his expression

and turned on the computer in a complicated mood. He caught sight of a pink notebook sandwiched between books and pulled it out.

thing was

it a

and sat up straight when he saw what was in

A pregnancy test.

pregnancy report.

blood test report.

B–ultrasound report.

Four–dimensional color ultrasound.

be pregnant, almost all

she would always record a few sentences seriously, and the words were full of expectation and

eagerly looked forward to the arrival of the child and also carefully felt the existence of the child, patiently recording the growth of

eyes suddenly