NovelReadingChapter 605: Marissa had always thought of Paul as a strong, resolute leader who could handle any challenge with courage. Yet, his reaction left her feeling disappointed.
He said with a heavy heart, "I'm sorry, Marissa. I can't face my psychological fears, nor do I want to recover those memories." Marissa was surprised. “Then, was it all for nothing when you had people steal the chip from the Doomsday Base and made such efforts to unlock it?" "It was indeed pointless," Paul confessed. "Five years ago, my curiosity about the chip's contents was high, yet I feared it might unlock further memories. I don't understand my own fear of these forgotten memories.
In this world, there's nothing I despise more than those memories that remain hidden. I fear that rediscovering those memories might break me, burdeningwith a grief greater than death. That's the source of my misery all these years." He looked up at Marissa, sighed, and added, “Marissa, I'm sorry to disappoint you and show you my vulnerable side. People say Paul is a formidable man, but the truth is, I'm quite the coward." Just moments earlier, Paul had been joking with Marissa like an old friend, but now he appeared as sorrowful and worn as a man nearing the end of his life. Marissa felt a pang of sympathy for him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe gently patted his hand on the table and comforted him, saying, "Don't be downhearted. Everyone has their own fears. I have mine too. I understand you." Paul looked up, his eyes filled with disappointment, and asked, "You really won't mockor think less offor this?" "Of course not," Marissa assured him.
Paul then sighed and started to open up more. "You see, I haven't married or had children all these years because I fear I wouldn't be a good husband or father. Yet, I've always longed for a family. I've even dreamed of what my wife would be like.
She's beautiful, talented, and spirited. She's strong in arguments and disputes, and I'm always on the losing side with her. But I adore her. I try to make her happy and follow wherever she wants, and I even dreamed she gavetwin daughters." Paul chuckled ruefully at himself. "Marissa, here I am, too scared to try anything in reality, yet I dream of having a beautiful wife and lovely daughters. I'm truly a man full of contradictions and flaws." Marissa didn't laugh at Paul. Instead, she thought of her mother, Caylee. The wife Paul dreamed of strongly resembled her mother.
Her grandmother had told her stories of how many men, including tycoons, had pursued her mother in her youth. Her father was the one her mother ultimately chose among many admirers.
Marissa found it hard to picture the romantic, impressive scene of many distinguished men vying for her mother's attention. It appeared her mother's type was universally appealing, captivating even someone like Paul.
Marissa couldn't help but smile, resting her chin in her hands as she studied Paul's face closely.
She initially aimed to understand any links he might have to the chip, but as she watched him closely, she stumbled upon a significant secret about his face.
To validate her suspicions, she abruptly stood up, grasped Paul's face, and rotated his head from side to side to examine it closely. Her urgency lent a certain roughness to her actions.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPaul was stunned by her boldness. No one had ever invaded his personal space so directly, and she was the first woman brave enough to handle his face in such a manner.
To his surprise, he felt no anger. A wave of happiness washed over him.
Her delicate hands were soft and carried a gentle fragrance, which warmed his heart. His fondness and tolerance for her had surpassed even his own expectations.
Had anyone else treated him this way, he would have reacted with fury and probably struck them.
As Marissa pinched his skin to inspect it more closely, he couldn't help but laugh. Marissa, what are you trying to find out?"
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