The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 474 Is She Bewitched 

Boris couldn’t help but pause, his body was slightly stiff, and he turned around slowly.

The little woman was standing not far behind him.

She was wearing a silk suspender nightgown, with two slender suspenders hanging loosely on her white and round shoulders.

Boris looked down, and in the next second, he quickly walked over and hugged her, “Why did you run out without wearing shoes?”

“I woke up and found you weren’t here.” Ziana held his neck and replied softly, “That’s why I came to look for you.”

“You are here, where else can I go?” He coaxed her softly, “When did you stand there?” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“It’s been more than ten minutes.” Ziana reckoned.

Boris raised his eyebrows, his expression was sloppy, but there was a bit of danger of being unclear, “Did you hear that?”

His dark eyes, seems smiling, looking on her face.

Ziana only thought for two seconds, then nodded obediently, “You want to deal with Edison Andrew?”

She was as candid and straightforward as he remembered.

Boris didn’t hide it from her, and asked bluntly, “Shouldn’t I deal with him?”

“Why?” Ziana didn’t understand, and asked innocently, “Why did you deal with him? Did he do anything?”

Boris had already hugged her and came to the bedroom.

He put her gently on the bed, and when he withdrew his hand, he pinched her hard buttocks, “You really don’t remember? Or are you trying to annoy me on purpose?”

Ziana’s face was red from being pinched by him, she kicked him twice with her two slender, white legs.

As soon as he succeeded, he got into bed.

She covered herself tightly, only showing her small head, her face was full of doubts and curiosity, “Why are you dealing with him?”

“You’re playing tricks on me again, aren’t you?” Boris reached into the quilt, grabbed her two slender ankles, and pulled down.

Ziana let out a low voice, and fell on her back on the bed.

He took advantage of the situation and pressed her up, kissed her a few times, panting, “He planned to harm me, drugged Winifred, and even gave me the drugged Winifred at his engagement banquet, shouldn’t I deal with him?”

“How could such a thing happen?” Ziana was shocked, “Did Edison do this? Why?”

Boris frowned, held her face in his hands, and looked at her deeply.

Ziana didn’t break free, her face was full of sorrow, “Why are you looking at me? Why don’t I have any impression of what you just said? Did it happen at the engagement banquet? Why are you telling me now?”

Boris was thoughtful, and tentatively said, “I told you then, and you saw it yourself.”

“Really?” Ziana asked him with a very confused expression.

Boris nodded, “It’s really, but you forgot it.”

Ziana rubbed her temples, and said distressedly, “My memory seems to be getting worse and worse.”

Boris also found out, but he asked the doctor to examine her and even took a film. Her head did not suffer from any pathological changes.

“Do you know why your memory is getting worse and worse?” Boris pinched her nose and hugged her in his arms. He had long arms and legs, and when he hugged her like this, Ziana looked like a baby.

She tilted her head to look at him, and sincerely asked, “Why?”

“Because you don’t sleep well in the middle of the night.” Boris put one hand on her eyes, like coaxing a child, “Sleep well, and your memory will improve.”

Ziana snorted softly, “That’s also because you didn’t accompany me in the middle of the night and went to make phone calls secretly, so I couldn’t sleep.”

“Am I come here to accompany you?”

“Are you going to deal with Edison?” Ziana was still not sleepy, talking casually.

Boris asked back, “do you feel sorry if I dealt with him?”

“What do I feel sorry for him for?” Ziana said, but her heart felt congested for a while, which made her irritated, “I don’t care about your business, I’m going to bed, so hurry up and tell me a bedtime story.”

“Okay, Miss Scott.”

Before Boris’ story was finished, the little lady beside him had already let out a long breath/

His eyelids were heavy, but he didn’t feel sleepy at all.

Ziana’s memory has become a heart disease that bothers him.

At first he thought she was deliberately pretending not to remember, but today he was shocked to find that she really had no memory.

How so?

She always said she had a headache before, could it be that it caused her poor memory?

But he had read all her inspection reports carefully, and there was no problem at all.

If there is no pathological problem, then… Could it be the sequelae caused by hypnosis?

Boris picked up his mobile phone and told Nell Taylorr to contact the hypnotist. After doing all this, he closed his eyes preoccupied.

However, after sleeping for less than three hours, there was a sudden movement around him.

He was a light sleeper, and when he was with Ziana, he didn’t dare to sleep deeply, for fear that she would drink water when she was thirsty in the middle of the night, which always left her a nerve.

So when the person next to him sat up, he opened his eyes.

“What’s the matter? Are you thirsty and want to drink water?” He said hoarsely, “Lie down, and I’ll get you some water.”

“Click!”

Ziana turned on the light, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed without saying a word.

Boris frowned, sat up, looked at her strangely, “sweetheart?”

Ziana still didn’t speak, and didn’t even look back at him, she just went straight to the door, opened. it and walked out.

Boris had an ominous premonition, and quickly got up to follow.

With a few quick steps, he passed Ziana and stopped in front of her. When he looked down, his scalp felt a little numb.

Ziana opened her eyes, his eyes were empty, as if she couldn’t see him at all!

She was sleepwalking!?

He didn’t dare to make a sound and got out of the way.

Ziana seemed to be awake, put on her coat and high heels, and walked outside the hotel.

Boris didn’t care to change his clothes, and followed her step by step.

As soon as they went out, the two bodyguards were taken aback when they saw him, and then looked at Ziana in front of him with a slightly stiff expression, they have obviously also frightened.

He lowered his voice and ordered, “Go and drive the car to the hotel entrance and wait, hurry up!”

As soon as the bodyguard drove the car downstairs, Ziana and Boris walked out.

He took the initiative to open the car door, Ziana just sat in, and Boris quickly sat in from the other side.

The bodyguard asked, “Where are you going?”

Ziana nodded in a daze, “The hospital.”

Boris’ face turned cold.

The bodyguard looked at him from the rearview mirror, asking for his opinion with his eyes.

Boris closed his eyes and signaled to drive.

After the car started, Ziana leaned back on the chair, completely ignoring Boris.

Boris didn’t dare to wake her up, because he heard that when people are sleepwalking, they can’t be woken up.

For Ziana, he would rather be wrong than take risks.

The group arrived at the hospital.

Ziana got out of the car and went straight to the floor where Edison was. Boris had guessed it a long time ago, and stared at her with dark eyes.

As she stepped into the elevator, he knocked her out from behind.

The little lady fell limply into his arms.

He caught her steadily, stared at her deeply with downcast eyes, and finally realized the strangeness of the matter.

Why is Ziana so wicked? It’s like… as if she was bewitched!