Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

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Bonnie was ecstatic and rushed to get Rupert in for an examination.

Half an hour later, Rupert stuck one hand in the pocket of his white coat, the other hand held the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "It's just the surfacing of a temporary memory, to completely restore the memory, I'm afraid it will take a long time." After a pause, he looked again at Damon, who was already asleep in the hospital bed behind him.

Purposely lowered his voice, "And, it is highly likely that his loss of memory is the brain's self-protection." For a small child, it was a particularly horrific encounter to have survived nine deaths from a fire and extensive burns all over his body that year.

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So the brain will subconsciously turn on the protection and seal all the bad memories.

"So according to you, Damon is actually better off without his memory back?" Bonnie asked.

Rupert nodded, "Yes, | did feel his subconscious resistance when | did the psychological guidance just now, indicating that he was actually afraid of recalling what happened back then." Just because of the blood relationship between brother and sister, the fond memories of that part of little Joanna will keep surfacing.

When Bonnie heard this, her heart seized hard.

What terrible things happened to Damon in that fire back then? Thinking, she nodded again towards Rupert, "I see, thank you ah Mr. Robertson." "Don't be polite with me." Rupert waved his hand, "Then if there's nothing else, I'm off, | have an appointment." "Good." Bonnie hmmed and escorted Rupert out of the hospital room.

She once again returned to Damon's bed and sat down, looking at the sleeping little face and whispering a promise, "Damon, you'll have a long life ahead of you and it will be wonderful and happy, so forget all about the past." Living in the present and looking to the future is what counts! Hotel Grand Court.

After Rupert got off work, he changed clothes and put on a silver mask and went to the presidential suite on the top floor.

After skillfully entering the password, the door of the room clicked open.

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A pair of slender, glittering white hands immediately hooked his neck and cup to send a soft, sweet kiss.

Rupert responded with equal enthusiasm.

After slingering, then embraced Anna in his arms, his voice low and hoarse, "Don't always stay in this small room, also go out for a walk." "Of course I'm going out for a spin." Anna nudged her chin, gesturing for him to look to the side, "That's all my 'loot' over there" Rupert looked sideways, then saw a large pile of shopping bags, but thrown in a mess, it is clear that their owners back to the room, not half pity them.

This arrogant look of a thousand-year-old girl, and Rupert's impression of Anna on the right.

He pulled out a hot-stamped black card from his suit pocket and handed it to Anna, "Use my card to buy whatever you like in the future." Anna reached out and took it, her clear almond eyes dripping round, "David, is this all the money you used to sell yourself for?" Rupert: "......" Take a deep breath, then said in a deep voice, "I made smoney doing investments, speculation or something." Anna nodded, "In that case, I'll be polite!" After a pause, she looked up at Rupert again, "It's my birthday this weekend and you'll be spending it for me, right?" Rupert looked down and planted a light kiss on her red lips, "Of course, I'll make sure to prepare a huge surprise for you." "Good." Anna's eyes were full of anticipation, "When they see it, they'll be especially envious of me." "They?" A bad feeling had risen in Rupert's heart.

Anna thought he was afraid of too many people and hurriedly explained, "Don't worry, | don't plan to have a big birthday party, just invite a few familiar friends, Sebastian, Annie, my brother Bruno, and oh yes, we also have to call Rupert, right?"

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