Chapter 1021 J''s Suspicions


    J nodded readily, but then she realized how strange it was since he seldom asked for anything.


    "Is there anything you''d like to it?" J prodded with a sweet smile.


    She had a nagging suspicion that Brandon wanted her to leave because he had something private


    to discuss with Frank.


    This feeling had been with her for a long time now. Whenever Brandon and Frank were in the same


    room together, they always acted suspiciously.


    Brandon had no appetite, and this was his way to distract J anyway, so he said, "The doctor


    told me not to eat anything for the night. I''m supposed to have some tests tomorrow morning with


    an empty stomach. But I would like it if you cooked something for me for tomorrow''s breakfast after


    the tests. Why don''t you go home and get a proper rest? You cane back in the morning with my


    breakfast."


    "Oh, I see," J said in a pointed tone, making no move to exit the room. When Brandon looked


    up, he caught a faint smile dancing on her lips.


    "What''s wrong?" He sat up straight, his chest tightening inexplicably.


    The atmosphere in the room grew tense. In the blink of an eye, J''s expression turned serious,


    and she whirled around to stare at Frank. "Tell me the truth! What the hell are you two hiding from


    me ?"


    Brandon stole a nervous nce at the other man.


    Frank was a clever guy, and he knew how to get a hint. When he replied, his tone was so sincere


    that anyone would have easily believed his lies. "I promise, we are not hiding anything from you.


    People are naturally vulnerable when they are ill or injured, and Brandon is especially so after he


    got hurt in the head. Mood swings and changes of habits happen, and he just needs particr care


    to recuperate."


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    "Very good," J said, her smile reappearing. Although her voice was light, there was a


    vehemence to her words. "If I find out that you and Brandon lied to me, I definitely won''t let you off."


    She could tell that Frank was lying, but she just couldn''t prove it.


    As for Frank, his back broke out in cold sweat, and his heart thundered frantically inside his chest.


    Tiptoeing around this couple was as challenging as performing the most delicate surgery on a dying


    patient. It was all he could do not to cave in to the pressure.


    Still, he persevered. Frank took a deep breath and buried the secret in his heart. "Don''t worry. I am


    a doctor. Why would I lie about a patient''s condition?"


    Still smiling, J stared long and hard at Frank, and then at Brandon. "All right. I believe you. I''ll


    go and arrange for a leave of absence at the studio. Have a good rest, Brandon."


    "Be careful on your way," her husband replied eagerly. "Call me when you get home."


    "Okay, don''t spend too much time talking to Frank. The doctor said you need plenty of rest." Doubt


    shed in J''s eyes, but it was gone in the next second. She bid goodbye to Frank, and then left


    the ward.


    Frank watched her go, and immediately closed the door when she disappeared down the corridor.


    He leaned against the door and heaved a long sigh. "Your wife sure is a tricky one."


    "J is a smart woman. We won''t be able to hide it from her forever. How long do I still have?"


    Brandon didn''t look like a man suffering from the debilitating pain of disease. If anything, he


    looked... serene.


    "Don''t say such horrible words," Frank admonished, his face darkening. "I''ve checked your X-rays


    and medical records. They look fine."


    "There is one thing, though," Brandon said slowly. "I''m not sure if it''s good or bad, but the two years


    '' worth of memory that I lost ising back to me bit by bit."


    Frank was surprised to hear this. He hurried over to Brandon''s side and asked, "How do you feel?


    The human brain is truly an enigma. Perhaps the impact from the blow you just suffered might bring


    back your lost memories. You''ll have to keep an eye on your body and watch out for headaches.


    Your case is one of a kind. I''m afraid I can''t give a diagnosis so easily. I need more information."


    "Actually, I no longer experience a headache whenever I try to recall the past," Brandon exined,


    his brows furrowed. "But what about those side effects that you mentioned before?"


    Frank mustered a bitter smile. "Look at you, acting all frightened for once. You''ve always been so


    fearless."


    Brandon said nothing.


    Frank was right—he had been fearless in the past. But when J appeared in his life, he suddenly


    had a formidable weakness. His heart broke at the mere thought of her weeping for him.


    Frank reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "Based on your current condition, chances are


    high that you wouldpletely recover from your amnesia. Of course, there is no way of knowing


    what the future holds, but all the information and results we have on hand show that you are fine.


    Don''t worry too much."


    Brandon smiled at that, but then his eyes were arrested on a lipstick mark on the cor of Frank''s


    shirt. "So, you can dally around with women, after all. Why is it that you still don''t have a girlfriend?"