Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 880 - Losing Temper_1
Chapter 880: Chapter 880: Losing Temper_1
Chapter 880 -880: Losing Temper_1
Those photographs were originally just for fun, taken by Alexander Summers as he dragged her along, yet he mistook them for reality.
Purple Summers felt even more heartbroken, unable to utter a single word, with tears uncontrollably rolling down her cheeks.
His memories represented the most cherished truths in his heart, his dreams.
Even if he forgot everything else, dreams would never be forgotten.
The tears of Purple Summers made Alexander realize something, his expression first one of astonishment, then it turned grave, gloomy and heavy. His fingers slowly clenched as he murmured softly, “Am I mentally ill…”
“You just remembered it wrong!” Purple Summers held him tightly, “You will remember!”
She took a deep breath and emphasized again in a low voice, “You will remember.”
The room lost its former warmth as Alexander lay listlessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling in silence.
Purple Summers nestled in his arms, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.
She felt an intense heartache.
She comforted herself: It was already a great fortune that he came back safely.
Compared to losing his life, memory confusion was nothing; with the advancement of medicine today, there must be a way to solve it.
As she reassured herself with these thoughts, Alexander suddenly asked her, “How did we end up together?”
Purple Summers was momentarily stunned.
That question…had a long story behind it.
“Anyhow…it was a forceful conquest,” Purple Summers, who was originally crying, couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “You were not a good person, nearly drove me mad several times.”
Hearing this, Alexander also smiled, “If I were not a good person, would you still have the leisure to chat in bed?”
“You’re being indecent again,” Purple Summers pinched him.
Alexander smiled and leaned in to kiss her.
After kissing for a while, Purple Summers tentatively asked, “Shall we go see a doctor tomorrow, okay?”
Upon hearing this, Alexander’s brows slightly furrowed, his silence returning.
Purple Summers, afraid he was unwilling, quickly held his face and kissed it, coaxing him, “We won’t go to psychiatry, let’s just consult with a psychiatrist first, all right?”
Alexander looked at her, “What’s in it for me?”
Purple Summers thought for a moment, her eyes lighting up, and she smiled, “I’ll peel a pomegranate for you!”
Was that supposed to be a benefit?
Alexander found it amusing, yet seeing Purple Summers with hopeful, anxious eyes, filled with concealed worry, his heart melted into a mess.
“Okay,” he touched his lips to her forehead, “We’ll go with the pomegranate then.”
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The next day, Purple Summers took Alexander to see a well-known psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist explained that this was a result of the subconscious mind’s self-defense mechanism. When Alexander regained consciousness and realized that he had lost his memory, and he felt the urge to recover quickly, it created immense psychological pressure. This pressure drove his brain to fill the gaps in his memory in a short time, forcing the creation of false memories.
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When Purple Summers had a moment alone with the psychiatrist, she asked, “Does this…count as a mental illness?”
“Mental illness and psychological disorders sometimes have just a thin line between them,” the psychiatrist replied and then, after a pause, continued, “But if it continues to deteriorate, with more and more false memories affecting real life, it could lead to mental disorders.”
Purple Summers turned pale.
“Let’s continue treatment for some time and see how it goes,” the psychiatrist suggested, “The most important thing is not to add any more pressure on him.”
“Thank you,” Purple Summers took a deep breath.
After leaving the psychiatrist’s office, Purple Summers held back her emotions again and again, but finally couldn’t resist calling Zack Wallace.
“How exactly were you taking care of him?” Purple Summers was filled with anger, “Why didn’t you notify me when he was injured? Why didn’t you tell me when he lost his memory? Who gave you the right to make decisions on your own! If I hadn’t seen him, what were you planning to do with him next? Send him for psychiatric treatment? Do you realize that doing so could add much more burden to his psyche?! This situation could have been avoided!”
