I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 555 - 553: Don’t Force Me to Lose My Temper (Part 3)

Of course he doesn’t want to.

Kris Cooper frowned, silent.

Noticing the worried look on his good friend’s face, Andre Colin got up and sat next to him.

"If that memory is truly dark, once her memory is fully sorted out, I will find a way to help her out of the shadow, and if it’s really not possible, I’ll erase that part of her memory."

"Really?"

Andre Colin gazed into his eyes with deep sincerity.

"However, this method is not yet mature, so we have to use it only if there’s no other way."

Kris Cooper nodded.

Given their relationship, Andre Colin wouldn’t keep anything from him; what he suggested would certainly be the best approach for Vera Wave.

Fields of expertise are different, and he’s not skilled in this area, so although anxious, he rationally chose to follow Andre Colin’s plan.

He got up to pour Kris Cooper a glass of juice, brewed himself a cup of tea, handed the juice to him, and then sat down to sip his tea.

"Did she suffer some kind of shock?"

Kris Cooper, holding the juice glass, sighed.

"I initially planned to go back and throw away the things I had prepared before, but when I saw that piano, I played it on a whim, and she witnessed it."

Trying to stop this, trying to stop that... in the end, it was still because of him that Vera began to recover her memory, which left Kris Cooper feeling helpless.

Seeing his guilt, Andre Colin smiled slightly, "This shows that the most profound person in her memory is still you. You should be happy about that."

Kris Cooper dismissively rolled his eyes at him, "As if that’s necessary to say, even if she doesn’t remember, I already know."

Opposite him, Andre Colin just laughed softly.

"Arrogant guy!"

"Little Tingzi!"

Kris Cooper unceremoniously called out his nickname.

He then cheerfully called out Kris Cooper’s nickname.

"Shelina!"

Since "nan" means the south in "Nanke," it refers to a big tree in the south, hence as kids, they called Kris Cooper "Shelina."

A nickname they hadn’t used for many years, calling it out now was not only amusing but also naturally brought back memories of those days, making the two men burst into laughter.

"There’s Little Tingzi, Little Shelina, Little Feather, and Little Stone... oh, right, what about Little Bug and Little Sailboat?"

In the distance, Vera Wave’s cheerful voice resounded.

Upon seeing Andre Colin, she also began to recall some things about him and naturally remembered some other good friends of Kris Cooper from those days.

Upon hearing this, both men turned their heads at the same time and stood up from the sofa.

"Are you okay?"

Kris Cooper walked over and supportively held her shoulder.

"I feel much better after a nap, just have a bit of a heavy head," Vera said with a smile.

"How much do you remember now?" Kris Cooper asked gently.

"I don’t really know," Vera shrugged, "It seems I’ve remembered a lot, but I’m not sure exactly what."

Andre Colin glanced at his watch, "It’s getting late; let’s find a place to eat, I have some things I’d like to discuss with Vera."

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Half an hour later, the three of them were already seated in a private room at a restaurant.

While waiting for the food to be served, Andre Colin gave his earnest advice to Vera Wave.

"Right now, don’t intentionally try to think about this matter; just let it happen naturally, let your brain sort it out on its own. If the headache gets severe, or if there’s any other abnormalities, be sure to tell me or come to the hospital to see me."

"Alright."

Vera nodded with a smile.