Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 221: Doubting Whether the Amnesia Is Real
Maxim Sinclair looked at Summer Lowell, who was visibly tired after so many tests, and nodded to Dr. David Dalton: "Thanks, please make it as quick as possible."
Dr. David Dalton watched Maxim Sinclair and Summer Lowell walk away, once again genuinely remarking: "What a loving couple!"
Exhausted, Summer made an excuse about being too tired and chased Maxim Sinclair out of the room to take a nap.
When she woke up again, she found someone else by her side.
Summer was no longer angry about this and sat up yawning, ignoring it as she went to freshen up.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Maxim Sinclair lifted his eyes from the book in front of him and turned to look at the half-closed bathroom door, lost in thought.
When Summer was ushered downstairs by Maxim Sinclair, the butler happened to come up: "Young Madam, lunch is ready."
You shouldn’t be unfriendly to someone with a smiling face, so Summer smiled in response and was just about to sit down.
A hand pressed her down into another seat.
With a glance, Summer understood Maxim Sinclair’s real intention. She held onto the edge of the table, resisting sitting down: "It’s the same wherever I sit."
At this moment, the maid and butler, setting the table, turned a deaf ear to the movement between Summer and Maxim Sinclair.
Maxim Sinclair saw her insistence, did not say more, released his hand, and allowed Summer to choose her own seat.
After she chose, Maxim immediately followed, sitting right next to her.
Summer looked at Maxim Sinclair, who refused to stay far from her, took a deep breath, and worked hard to remain calm: "There’s no need for you to keep such a close eye on me. It’s Monday today, you should be at the company, not here."
Maxim Sinclair reached out to press her left hand, preventing her from getting up. In his long dark eyes, besides deep affection, there was an undeniable stubbornness: "Sit down and eat, like we agreed. I’ll stay by your side to help you recover your memory sooner."
At this time, the butler also served a bowl of hot porridge, glanced at the two by the table, and tactfully placed the bowl in front of Maxim Sinclair.
Without a sideways glance, Maxim Sinclair pushed the bowl of hot porridge toward Summer: "There’s minced meat and greens, along with some mild medicinal herbs."
The rich sweet scent of the porridge was tinged with a slightly bitter herbal medicine aroma.
Smelling it, Summer frowned, her voice carrying a hint of poutiness she didn’t realize: "I’m not sick, I don’t need medicine, all medicines are three parts poison." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
"This is medicinal cuisine, to help calm and soothe you," Maxim Sinclair said, gently stroking the area near Summer’s eyes, "It’s hard without memories, isn’t it? Such beautiful eyes, full of confusion. It pains me to see that."
Summer slightly retreated, trying to dodge Maxim Sinclair’s hand, but immediately, with a slight shift in her gaze, Maxim anticipated her thought and pinched her earlobe first: "Why go through hardships outside, yet not learn to be good?"
Maxim Sinclair gently pinched Summer’s earlobe, his grip growing stronger.
Summer winced in pain, reaching out to grasp Maxim Sinclair’s arm: "You’re hurting me!"
"Sorry, I got distracted," Maxim Sinclair withdrew his hand and picked up a fine china spoon, gently placing it in Summer’s palm, "Hurry and try it while it’s hot, don’t overthink it. Dr. David Dalton said it can help you recover your memory, so it must be so."
"I’m not afraid of a doctor, just that you’re too close to me, which makes me uncomfortable." Summer looked down, spoonful by spoonful tasting the thoroughly cooked rice grains.
Maxim Sinclair pretended not to hear her, instead pushed a plate of stir-fried vegetables in front of Summer: "Eat something refreshing to go along with the medicinal food, to avoid the bitter taste lingering."
Summer glanced up at him, wanting to glare but then withheld it, not picking up the chopsticks, she continued to quietly eat porridge.
At the kitchen door, the butler pushed back the maids who were peeking curiously, warning in a low voice: "Not all spectacles are to be watched, be careful, if the Young Master gets angry, you’ll be punished."
Though Summer was quietly eating porridge, she could clearly feel those two hot gazes on top of her head.
Maxim Sinclair wasn’t eating; he just kept staring at her.
As the bowl of porridge reached near its end, Summer couldn’t stand it, and looked up wanting to glare back.
Maxim Sinclair met her gaze directly, smiling amiably: "Do you have something you want to say?"
Not getting any advantage, Summer felt a bit defiant: "Nothing, just want to emphasize that I don’t want to see you."
"Just eat, don’t think about those random things while eating."
After eating, Summer grabbed a book and went to the garden. Seeing her resistant to his presence, Maxim Sinclair shook his head with a helpless smile, turning away to find Dr. David Dalton.
On the second floor, in a specially cleared room, Dr. David Dalton was frowning at a pile of data in front of him, seemingly deep in thought.
Seeing Maxim Sinclair come in, he quickly stood to greet him, but his smile seemed distracted, evidently having something important to share.
Maxim Sinclair wasn’t in a hurry, sitting across from him, waiting patiently.
Dr. David Dalton hesitated for a moment, then ushered everyone else out of the room, leaving just him and Maxim Sinclair.
Seeing this, Maxim Sinclair lightly raised an eyebrow: "Dr. David Dalton, what’s the meaning of this?"
Dr. David Dalton’s face turned serious, pushing a report to Maxim Sinclair with some difficulty: "Mr. Sinclair, there are some issues with these figures."
Maxim Sinclair, not being a specialist, couldn’t understand the data: "Just tell me the conclusions, I don’t understand this data."
"What I mean is, according to my many years of medical practice, your wife doesn’t seem to have amnesia."
When saying this, Dr. David Dalton felt uneasy.
After all, he had witnessed firsthand Maxim Sinclair’s attentiveness toward Summer.
He had come to this conclusion an hour ago but had hesitated to tell Maxim Sinclair.
He quietly observed Maxim Sinclair’s expression.
To his surprise, Maxim Sinclair’s face showed no emotional change; he just lowered his head, attentively perusing the test reports he couldn’t comprehend.
In the end, he neatly stacked all the reports in front of him, organizing them, and put them into a file folder he had placed beside him.
Dr. David Dalton inferred his intention: "I was just about to suggest that it would be wise for you, Mr. Sinclair, to have your private medical team review this report, to avoid any oversight in my analysis."
Maxim Sinclair chuckled: "You’ve worked hard. I see you still have dark circles under your eyes, probably haven’t recovered from jet lag. So, you go rest first, and await my call when you’re fully rested."
"I won’t disturb you then, Mr. Sinclair." Dr. David Dalton promptly stood, taking his assistants with him as they left.
Noticing the commotion at the door, Summer, who was in the garden, curiously walked over.
Personally seeing off Dr. David Dalton, after he left, Maxim Sinclair turned and noticed Summer peeking shyly under the grapevines. He walked over, blocking her view: "What are you looking at? Why so sneaky?"
