CHAPTER 166: CHAPTER 166: DATING AGAIN?

Seeing Holly Crowe clutch her forehead, Blake Sinclair’s heart tightened hard.

At that moment, he almost had the impulse to reveal everything!

However, when the words reached his lips, he forcibly swallowed them back down, all of it turning into deeper tenderness and helplessness.

He walked forward, gently holding Holly Crowe in his arms, softly patting her back in silent comfort.

Throughout the process, Grandpa Irving’s gaze stayed fixed on Blake Sinclair.

His internal struggle was laid bare at that moment!

Once Holly Crowe finally calmed down, Grandpa Irving spoke: "If you’re still determined to try hypnosis, you can go to the next room with Timmy and do a little test to assess your subconscious state and suggestibility."

Holly Crowe instinctively looked at Blake Sinclair.

"I’ll be with you," Blake Sinclair immediately stood up.

"You stay," Grandpa Irving’s tone was calm yet authoritative, "this test must be conducted alone."

After giving Blake Sinclair a glance, Holly Crowe followed Timmy out of the living room.

Blake Sinclair’s gaze followed her figure until the door closed.

He retracted his gaze, turning to meet Grandpa Irving’s eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"Do you really want her to remember?"

Hearing this, Blake Sinclair’s hand on his thigh instantly clenched into a fist.

Silence spread through the air, heavy and oppressive.

The small test didn’t take long.

When Holly Crowe returned to the living room again, she saw Blake Sinclair and Grandpa Irving sitting opposite each other, the atmosphere harmonious and the conversation lively.

Timmy stepped forward, reporting the test results to Grandpa Irving in a low voice.

After listening, Grandpa Irving nodded knowingly.

He looked at Holly Crowe, affirming, "Child, considering your situation, it’s not particularly difficult to recover that memory through hypnosis."

Holly Crowe’s eyes lit up, she immediately asked, "So when can I start hypnosis?"

Grandpa Irving couldn’t help laughing twice, with a bit of humor: "Do you think hypnosis is like in TV shows, waving a pocket watch a couple of times and then you’re asleep, revealing all secrets?"

Holly Crowe was caught, yet not embarrassed, "Isn’t it?"

"It’s not that simple," Grandpa Irving smiled and shook his head, lightly tapping his back, "It’s actually quite mentally taxing."

Holly Crowe quickly responded, "I can do it."

"It’s not that grandpa looks down on you! That boy in the business world has extraordinary perseverance, but after more than a year, he’s only done deep hypnosis three times so far. I’m getting older, with limited energy, so to schedule you..."

He pretended to think deeply, counting on his fingers, speaking slowly, "I estimate it will be around next March before we get to you."

"Next March?" Holly Crowe’s shoulders instantly slumped, unable to hide the disappointment.

"However,"

Grandpa Irving changed the topic, a gleam in his eyes, "there are other ways."

The tables had turned, knowing that heaven still favored her.

Holly Crowe immediately straightened her back, hope rekindling in her eyes.

Grandpa Irving glanced nonchalantly at Blake Sinclair, who was silent,

with a meaningful look: "Your situation isn’t really complicated. As the saying goes, it takes a person to untie what they tied. Because these lost memories were something you both experienced together, then he..."

He pointed to Blake Sinclair, "perhaps, he’s the best remedy to awaken your memory."

Holly Crowe: "???"

She didn’t quite understand.

"Let me make it clearer,"

Grandpa Irving smoothed his beard, earnest and sincere, "My suggestion is, during this waiting period, you two might as well try to relive the past experiences."

Holly Crowe listened, somewhat understanding.

Seeing her confusion, Grandpa Irving explained further: "Since you already know part of the past, carry this knowledge with you, and with him, consciously try to repeat and experience the things you once experienced together. You can also try some things you haven’t done before.

The recreation of environments, emotional resonance, sometimes can stimulate the subconscious memory that’s been sealed more than any hypnosis. Who knows, a new opportunity might just arise."

"Experience things we haven’t done? Like what?"

"This is your young people’s world, how would an old man like me know? Just do whatever you normally do on dates," said Grandpa Irving.

"Dates?"

She instinctively looked at Blake Sinclair.

It seemed like they had never gone on a date before.

Before it was because they weren’t familiar, now, they’re so familiar...

Holly Crowe frowned even more: "Will this really work?"

"In psychology, no doctor can give a 100% guarantee."

Grandpa Irving said honestly, "Of course, you can also choose to wait peacefully, until next March, when we can begin the formal hypnosis treatment."

Hearing she’d have to wait till next year, Holly Crowe’s expression changed immediately.

She quickly stood up, grabbing Blake Sinclair’s hand, her tone as lighthearted as a changed person: "I think what Grandpa Irving said makes a lot of sense, let’s give it a try!"

Blake Sinclair was momentarily stunned by her sudden enthusiasm, then a hint of helpless tenderness appeared in his eyes.

After saying goodbye to Grandpa Irving, they left hand in hand.

After escorting the guests out, Timmy returned to the living room.

Seeing Grandpa Irving standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the ivy outside, mumbling to himself: "Timmy, when do you think that last ivy leaf on the wall will fall?"

Timmy followed his gaze, only to see the lush green spread across the wall, he replied: "Master, the weather forecast says a new typhoon is coming soon, I’m afraid it won’t last a few days."

"Is that so?"

Grandpa Irving sighed gently, with a deep tone, "Then go outside, set up a windproof frame for them, let them last a few more days. Even if it’s just one more day."

"Alright," Timmy replied.

Grandpa Irving took one last deep gaze at that lush green swaying in the wind, as if seeing through it something else, then sighed and turned away.

From walking out of that small building to getting in the car, Holly Crowe and Blake Sinclair’s hands remained intertwined.

Initially, it was her who actively held on, later it was Blake Sinclair who was reluctant to let go.

It wasn’t until they sat in the car that he finally released his hand.

Holly Crowe instinctively rubbed her slightly warm palm, where his touch still lingered.

Blake Sinclair started the car but didn’t drive off immediately.

He turned his head sideways, his gaze complicated, "If you think Grandpa Irving’s method isn’t scientific enough, or if you’re unwilling, I can contact other psychologists and try a more direct method."

Holly Crowe met his gaze, looking at the struggle hidden in the depths of his eyes.

She smiled, "No need for trouble. Blake Sinclair, let’s try it as Grandpa Irving suggested."