The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 252

Chapter 252 Will You Marry Me or Not?

This guess made his heart beat faster and his palms sweat.

Ziana was twenty–one now, and exactly five years ago, she was sixteen.

When he was hypnotized by Hank Johnson, the young and tender face he saw in his mind happened to be Ziana’s.

How could there be such a coincidence?

Only one time could be considered a coincidence.

But several things all related to her could not be explained as coincidences anymore.

Could it be that Ziana had saved him five years ago, but for some reason, they all lost their memory?

Boris thought of the frequent nightmares, the series of paintings that made him uncomfortable, and the evasive words of Colter.

Everything around him seemed to be reminding him of something, but it was too chaotic and confusing for him to make sense of it.

But he would definitely get to the bottom of this.

When Boris went upstairs to shower, Mrs. Bill had just finished cooking.

After finishing his meal, Boris went to his study.

The information about the game company under Sean’s name had been sent to his mailbox by Nell.

However, when he pushed open the door, he was stunned.

His study was completely different from how he remembered it.

There was a vase on the table, a fish tank in front of the French windows, and a few easels next to

the bookshelf.

The vase was filled with red roses, the tropical fish in the aquarium were brightly colored, and the All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

paintings that hadn’t been hung on the wall had soft and warm tones.

The dark–gray room was originally solemn and cold, suddenly bursting with vitality with the addition of these new things.

Boris felt both strange and shocked at the same time.

He realized that it had been almost a year since he had been in this room.

He rarely brought work home, and when he came home, Ziana would always pester him as soon as he entered the door.

She always had many strange ideas and endless topics to say to him.

Every time she heard the sound of a car driving into the house, she would run to the door to welcome him.

She would hold his arm and welcome him home with a smile. Then she would complain that it had taken him so long to come back, and then she would tell him some interesting stories.

He had never met a woman who could talk as much as she did. However, he wanted to see how long she could talk, so he would listen patiently.

So she always fell asleep as she spoke.

By the time she fell asleep, he would also be feeling drowsy and wouldn’t go into the study.

So he had no idea when the study became like this.

Boris paused for a moment before walking over to the desk.

He looked at the red roses in the vase, which were still stained with water droplets, and the water in the vase was also newly changed.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Boris called out, “Come in.”

Mrs. Bill brought fruit and water to the table and said with concern, “Sir, don’t work too late. Finish up and rest early.”

Boris nodded and suddenly asked, “When did the study become like this?”

Mrs. Bill noticed where he was looking and paused before answering, “Oh, these were all arranged by Miss Scott. She said the style of the study was too cold and lifeless, so she added some living things, just like you and her. You have a quiet personality, but Miss Scott is lively. She said you two complement each other perfectly.”

“She picked these fish herself. They are not only expensive but also very delicate, and she specifically instructed me to take good care of them.”

“By the way, all of Miss Scott’s paintings are of you! She paints really well, and she told me she’s

some kind of master. Anyway, she’s very impressive.”

Boris did not hear what Ziana said with his own ears, but he could imagine her expression at that

time.

She must have been proud and confident.

Boris couldn’t help but smile, which surprised Mrs. Bill.

Perhaps because her gaze was too intense, Boris coughed lightly and said, “Mrs. Bill, go and rest first.”

“Oh, okay,” Mrs. Bill replied before quickly leaving the study.

Boris came to the easel and flipped through the paintings Ziana had done.

It was just as Mrs. Bill had said. All of them were of him, in various expressions and from different angles, as though she had been studying him for many years.

Her emotions were obvious in these paintings.

Most of her strokes were full of love. Occasionally, a few paintings were messy, but the technique

was still excellent.

Boris looked at them, his expression changing from delight to heaviness.

He sat down on the chair and turned on the computer in a complicated mood. He caught sight of a pink notebook sandwiched between books and pulled it out.

This thing was obviously Ziana’s.

Was it a diary?

He opened it suspiciously and sat up straight when he saw what was in it.

A pregnancy test.

The premature pregnancy report.

The blood test report.

B–ultrasound report.

Four–dimensional color ultrasound.

From the moment she was confirmed to be pregnant, almost all her medical reports were in there.

On every page, she would always record a few sentences seriously, and the words were full of expectation and joy.

She eagerly looked forward to the arrival of the child and also carefully felt the existence of the child, patiently recording the growth of the child.

As Boris looked at it, his eyes suddenly became sour and swollen.

He suddenly closed the notebook and was no longer in the mood to work.

Perhaps he was thinking too much about the past tonight. Boris dreamed of his past with Ziana.

In the dream, she wore a white dress and introduced herself as his fiancee when she first met him.

then I’ll find someone else.” She was warm and pure. “Will you marry

“If you don’t agree,

“Do you have someone else?” he replied.

me?”

Ziana raised her chin and said, “Of course! But if you marry me, I’ll choose you. Among them, I like you the most.”

“If you want to go find them, go ahead.” He said, “I don’t want to be someone’s one of many.”

“If you’re willing, I can let you be my only one.” She tilted her head and said, “Why are you jealous now?”

In the dream, he was just like three years ago and immediately responded to this sentence angrily.

“Jealous? I don’t like you. Why would I be jealous!”

“Then will you marry me or not?” She chased after him, “If you say no, I’ll go find the next one!”

“You can go if you want!”

“Do you want to marry me or not? Just tell me!”

“Boring! If you want to go, go ahead. You don’t need to ask for my opinion!”

When Boris woke up, the sky was already bright.

After dreaming all night, he still felt very tired after waking up.

His phone kept ringing, and he waited for a while before lazily pressing the answer button.

Biber’s voice came from the opposite side. “Why did it take you so long to pick it up? Did you just wake up? That’s not like you!”

Boris had always been self–disciplined. Usually, he would get up at half past five every morning and arrive at the company at seven. He arrived two hours earlier than ordinary employees.

He was a complete workaholic.

When the employees went to work, he had already made arrangements for the day’s work.

Unexpectedly, he slept until ten o’clock today.

Biber’s first thought was that Boris was sick, and he asked nervously, “Did you fall ill?”

“No, I just had a dream.” Boris brushed it off and asked, “What’s going on?”

Hearing that he was okay, Biber relaxed and said, “The eldest princess of Western Royalty has

arrived. I’ll pick you up now.”