Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 211: Perception

Julian Sinclair turned around, the maid holding a small box in her hand.

"Hmm." He gestured for the maid to bring it in.

"It was sent by the hospital when you were admitted earlier. The doctor said you held onto this necklace tightly during the surgery, and it took quite an effort to take it from your hand."

"I suppose it’s very important to you."

The maid placed the item on the piano and then cautiously left.

Julian Sinclair didn’t know what it was and didn’t think much of it, letting the small box rest quietly there.

At nightfall, Julian Sinclair was working.

He vaguely felt footsteps in the corridor, very light, but he did hear them.

Julian Sinclair put down the document in his hand, coldly staring at the study’s door. If it were the maid, she would just knock and enter; she wouldn’t walk so quietly and linger at the door for so long.

Finally, the study door was gently pushed open.

It turned out to be Fiona Rhodes.

"Julian, I heard you’ve returned, so I came to see you." Fiona Rhodes said softly, then entered with a smile, "How are you? Is your health better?"

"Who let you in?" Julian Sinclair couldn’t believe his house could allow outsiders to come and go freely.

"Before... I used to come in freely, didn’t you remember..." Fiona tried not to show her hurt.

Uncle Rhodes insisted that Julian Sinclair must be held onto no matter what.

"Not anymore, starting today." Julian Sinclair’s tone was indifferent.

"Why? I am your fiancée!" Fiona had confirmed in advance that Moira Young didn’t come along, making it the best time.

"Not anymore."

Fiona felt Julian Sinclair had changed since he woke up, but she wasn’t sure what exactly changed.

She had asked the doctor, but the doctor kept it confidential and didn’t reveal any information.

"Julian, shall we have dinner together?" Fiona walked to Julian Sinclair, trying to ingratiate herself by reaching out to massage his shoulders.

Fiona was testing. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Julian Sinclair’s muscles stiffened, his face displeased: "Don’t touch me."

"You used to love when I massaged your shoulders, don’t you remember?" Fiona raised her eyebrows, sensing an opening.

Julian Sinclair hated discussing the past; impatiently, he replied, "Not anymore, don’t come again."

A thought immediately surfaced in Fiona’s mind; Julian Sinclair had amnesia!

Julian Sinclair disliked being touched by others; even Fiona, except in bed, was always resisted.

When Fiona mentioned Julian liking her shoulder massages, logically, Julian should question when he liked them, not say ’not anymore’!

Fiona held her breath, trying to find something to prove her theory further.

"Julian, how has Moira been lately?" Fiona moved away from Julian Sinclair.

"None of your business." Julian Sinclair had no patience for further talking.

Fiona was upset that her mind wasn’t working well enough at such a critical moment. She frowned slightly and suddenly noticed the small box on the piano.

Taking advantage of Julian Sinclair’s inattentiveness, she opened it to see a necklace.

It had two letters on it—ME.

Fiona vaguely remembered seeing it before, and she realized Moira Young had worn it.

"Julian, this necklace..." Fiona picked it up, deliberately drawing out her voice.

Julian Sinclair barely glanced at it, showing no special feelings, seemingly unaware of what Fiona was doing.

Fiona took a gamble and lied, smiling: "Julian, isn’t this the necklace you gave me?"

Julian furrowed his brows, having no memory of such an event; he decided if it was hers, she could have it, showing little reaction.

Fiona rejoiced internally; it seemed the amnesia was likely true!

"I wondered why I couldn’t find it; turns out it was here with you." Fiona moved in front of Julian Sinclair with the necklace, "Could you help me put it on?"

Julian Sinclair did not respond and continued reviewing his documents.

Fiona smirked and went to the mirror to put it on herself.

"Julian, look at the letters ME. You told me when you ordered it that it stood for you—that you wanted me to wear it always, never parting." Fiona observed Julian Sinclair’s expression and attitude through the mirror, confirming his amnesia, meaning she could fabricate anything now.

Julian Sinclair was taken aback; did he really say something like that to Fiona?

He didn’t believe it at all.

"Julian, Dad said you promised him a meal at home before the accident, but you haven’t kept the promise, which isn’t very good." Fiona hovered in front of Julian Sinclair like a bothersome ghost.

"How about this: either fulfill the promise and have a meal at home or have dinner with me. Fair enough, right?" Fiona initially felt uneasy entering the house, thinking it difficult to win Julian over since he was very resistant.

But now, she had at least sixty percent confidence.

The so-called promise was just something Fiona had made up moments ago.

"Julian, hurry and choose!" Fiona leaned across the desk, facing Julian Sinclair, her strong fragrance filling the air.

Julian Sinclair was annoyed, "Leave."

Fiona couldn’t possibly listen to him, "Dad said this time if I don’t bring you home, he’ll break my leg. If you really don’t want to come home, just have dinner with me, and I’ll reluctantly sacrifice a leg."

Julian Sinclair frowned, "It’s none of my business."

Fiona, while not fully understanding Julian Sinclair, knew him better than most, and with her understanding of Moira Young’s character, she concluded that mimicking Moira could win Julian Sinclair over.

"Please... although we haven’t married, considering we grew up together and Dad always supported you, just agree, will you?" Fiona resolutely pressed on.

Julian Sinclair remained unresponsive.

Fiona secretly sent Uncle Rhodes a text, essentially asking him to call Julian Sinclair for dinner at their home.

Soon, Uncle Rhodes’ call came through.

Julian Sinclair recognized the caller ID; he knew Fiona prompted Uncle Rhodes, but he couldn’t ignore it due to propriety.

He shot Fiona a deep look, then connected the call.

"Uncle Rhodes."

"Julian, I had Fiona ask you for dinner; why haven’t you come yet? Are you giving this old man no face?" Uncle Rhodes deliberately exerted authority.

"Sorry, Uncle, there’s much to do."