CHAPTER 302: CHAPTER 302: LEAVE CONFESSING TO ME

Tanya was slightly stunned as she watched Declan Pierce draw closer, so close that she could almost feel his breath.

Tanya leaned back nervously, "Declan, you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Declan reached behind her and took away a throw pillow.

"What about me?" He raised an eyebrow, his thin lips lifting in a slight smile, pretending not to understand her.

Tanya: "..."

She realized that when Declan was being playful, it was really quite vexing.

"Give me your hand." Tanya said, "Let me check your pulse."

Declan cooperatively extended his hand to her.

Tanya lowered her eyes and focused on feeling his pulse. The unusual rhythm beneath her fingertips made her heart race, but she didn’t let it show.

After a moment, she retracted her hand.

"You’ve recovered much better than I expected."

Declan said lightly, "The Pierce Family arranged for the best doctors and the best medicine for me, so I could recover in the shortest time possible."

The doorbell rang, and Tanya went to answer it. A maid stood at the door, handing over a bag of new clothes, which surprisingly included a set of women’s pajamas and some skincare and makeup products.

"..."

Tanya knew the maid must have misunderstood something.

The maid smiled slightly, "Ms. Sinclair, I wish you and Mr. Pierce a good night, I’ll bring breakfast tomorrow."

"No, I..."

The maid gave a slight bow to Tanya and then left directly.

Tanya turned around to see Declan with his arms crossed, lazily leaning against the wall.

He looked at her with an amused expression, his hair a bit untamed, resembling a well-groomed big dog, exuding a touch of gentleness.

"Come on, Ms. Sinclair, I’ll take you to the guest room for a shower, and you can change into clean clothes."

Tanya: "..."

She pushed that slightly sexy underwear deeper into the bag.

Declan took Tanya to the guest room, which was an entire suite, and pointed towards the bathroom.

"Go ahead."

Tanya: "Thank you. By the way, my car..."

"I’ll take care of it."

Declan said before turning around and leaving, closing the door behind him.

Tanya was about to head to the bathroom when her phone rang; it was a call from Professor Carter.

She answered, "Professor Carter."

"Tanya! Is this a good time to talk?"

"Yes, Professor, is there something you need?"

Before Professor Carter could explain, the phone was snatched away. Another unfamiliar but excited voice followed, "Ms. Sinclair, I’m your professor’s old classmate, also a physicist, you can call me Professor Taylor."

"Hello, Professor Taylor." Tanya didn’t understand, "Is there something you need from me?"

"The photos you sent to Professor Carter, where exactly did they come from?"

Tanya said, "Those should be random writings from my grandfather when he was not in his right mind..."

"No, no, no!" Professor Taylor was exceptionally excited, "I was just as puzzled when Professor Carter showed them to me before, but just now! My old colleague, a theoretical physicist, he’s at the Swiss Research Institute. Half an hour ago, he derived a completely new formula, exactly identical to what your grandfather wrote on the blackboard!"

Tanya was also taken aback.

Professor Taylor vowed, "I swear by my professional integrity, I absolutely did not show him the photos you sent!"

This means that all the formulas deduced by Grandpa on the blackboard are science that has yet to be verified but will be discovered one by one in the future!

This is why Grandpa could use amber to preserve Grandma’s body.

But Grandma’s body remained as it was when she just passed away, could Grandpa have known future technology when Grandma just passed?

"Ms. Sinclair, who on earth is your grandfather? May I visit him?"

"He now suffers from severe dementia, I’m afraid he won’t be able to talk with you." Tanya tried her best to keep her voice calm, "Perhaps a formula really is just a coincidence."

"Alright then." Professor Taylor, though a bit disappointed, had to accept reality.

Tanya asked quietly, "Professor Taylor, if one were to research deeply in this direction, do you think it’s possible for people to travel through time, back to the past?"

"It’s possible, at least it has been proven that it can be achieved on the quantum scale. But for humans to travel through time, they’d have to be broken down into quantum particles; theoretically, it’s possible, but the risk is also quite high. After decomposition, matter must be reassembled. It’s like breaking a person down into dust and piecing them back together." Professor Taylor mused, "Perhaps in decades, future technology might achieve this. But the whole process would certainly involve extreme risk and pain. And since people are made of flesh and blood, being broken and reassembled like that should have a huge impact on physical functions as well."

Considering Grandpa’s current age, he couldn’t wait for decades of advancements in technology... But how did his perfectly preserved grandmother’s body and the formulas on the blackboard come to be explained?

Tanya only felt a headache.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "Thank you, Professor Taylor, for explaining so much to me."

"No problem, no problem." He joked, "I even thought your grandfather was a time traveler with such amazing preliminary discoveries."

Tanya put down her phone, went into the bathroom, stood under the shower, and turned the water on full blast, letting it pour down from head to toe. Her thoughts were in chaos, but the rushing water gradually calmed her...

After the shower, she changed into clean clothes and came out, but Declan was nowhere to be seen.

Tanya suddenly remembered that Zeke Pierce had previously mentioned the third floor. After hesitating for a moment, she took the elevator up.

The long corridor was dark, with a few windows open, and sheer curtains fluttered in the night breeze. At the end of the corridor, there was a room with a pitch-black door tightly closed.

Tanya walked over and slowly pushed the door open.

What met her eyes were countless paintings. She turned on the light, and finally saw clearly, there were hundreds of paintings here, all of her.

Most of them were of her back.

Tanya looked at them one by one, feeling a warmth in her eyes.

No wonder Declan was so skilled at painting her last time, not because of talent but because he had painted her countless times before.

Tanya walked all the way to the balcony, looking down; in the moonlight, was a large sea of yellow roses swaying in the night breeze.

Tanya was overwhelmed by the sight, until she heard Declan’s footsteps behind her.

"I was planning to show you this on a nice day." Declan stopped beside her, "Thankfully, the moonlight is beautiful tonight too."

Tanya said softly, "My grandfather also used to love painting, he painted landscapes but never people. Later, I heard from my mom that Grandpa never painted portraits after Grandma passed away. But I saw him painting late at night in the garden, painting young Grandma. After painting, he’d burn them."

She glanced at Declan, "I think you’re like my grandfather...no, you’re even sillier than my grandfather, at least Grandma loved only Grandpa in her lifetime."

Even she felt it was not worth it for him.

Declan looked at her profile under the moonlight without saying a word.

He thought, being foolish wasn’t too big a problem.

At least at this moment, they were side by side here, looking at the roses he’d planted for her.

The night wind was getting cooler; Declan took off his jacket and draped it over Tanya’s shoulders.

Declan was much taller than her, and the jacket was roomy enough to almost wrap her entirely, enveloping her in his warmth. Her eyes softly twinkled.

Her feelings for Declan were surely more than just gratitude and guilt?

Declan was just about to pull his hand back, but Tanya caught him.

He was a bit puzzled, "What is it..."

Before he could finish asking, Tanya suddenly turned around, grabbed his collar, and pulled him entirely toward her.

Declan was stunned.

The distance was so close that he could see a tinge of red blush creeping up her face.

"Declan..." She took a deep breath, so nervous that the hand clutching his collar trembled slightly as she mustered the courage to continue, "I..."

Declan realized what she wanted to say and couldn’t help but smile.

Just as Tanya was about to speak, he lowered his head and kissed her. Tanya was caught off guard, her eyes widened abruptly, looking into Declan’s dark, smiling eyes.

"Confessions, let me handle them."