Chapter 707 I Want A Child


    "J! You bloody bitch! I''ll drag you down to the depths of hell with me!"


    Like a ferocious apparition, Charis stretched out her hands and grasped J''s neck with hatred


    and the clear intention of throttling her.


    J struggled desperately against the attack. Just when she felt like she could no longer breath at


    all and was about to pass out, Charis suddenly disappeared.


    J opened her eyes and woke up in a state ofpletely frantic fright. She was drenched from


    head to toe in perspiration. She touched her neck and gasped for breath.


    It turned out to be a nightmare.


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    Jy back on the bed, exhausted from the struggle in the dream, which had felt so real.


    She couldn''t remember how many nightmares she had during this period of time.


    "Did you have a nightmare again?" Brandon opened the door and walked into the bedroom. When


    he heard themotion, he immediately came to inspect what had happened.


    "I''m fine," J said with a forced smile.


    "Things can''t go on like this. I have arranged for you to see a psychologist," he said. Brandon made


    his way over to her bed and sat down. He moved her wet bangs aside to touch her forehead to


    check her temperature.


    His eyes were full of tenderpassion. "You have to see her," he added imploringly.


    These days, J didn''t go to work at W Marks. She had taken annual leave and nned to take a


    good rest.


    Since Charis died, J had been tortured by nightmares every night, without fail. The


    unrecognizable face of Charis in the heavy snow always shed before her mind''s eye, tormenting


    her.


    "Alright, I will go see her." J smiled wearily. She had never in her life felt as helpless as she did


    now.


    Brandon held her in his arms. He put his forehead against hers and whispered, "Listen, it''s not your


    fault."


    Charis had been the person who had orchestrated harm toe to J for a long time. In the


    end, she fell to her miserable death from the twentieth floor in front of J''s very eyes. He was


    worried that witnessing such a traumatizing incident would cause psychological problems for J.


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    That afternoon, J had an appointment with the psychologist.


    "Just treat me as a friend. Don''t be nervous." The psychologist was highly amicable in nature.


    After chatting with J for a while, she figured out the source of those frequent nightmares. She


    also knew that part of J''s psychological pressure was actually from Brandon.


    "How is Mr. Larson now?" After careful consideration, the psychologist said gently, "If his condition


    hasn''t been alleviated, I suggest that both of you have treatment together."


    "Could that help Brandon regain his memory?" J was overjoyed as the prospect.


    The psychologist said honestly, "Some memory loss may be caused by psychological reasons."


    J felt a glimmer of hope. The reason why Brandon had lost his memory was not clear yet. In the


    circumstances, what did he have to lose by trying psychotherapy?


    Perhaps this would prove to be a fruitful method to employ.


    When J returned home, she proposed the idea to him.


    Brandon was instantly annoyed, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on with a sharp high-heel


    shoe. "I don''t need it. As long as she can cure you, that''s enough. Don''t worry about me."


    "Brandon, why are you so resistant to psychotherapy?" J felt his forthright aversion to


    psychotherapy to be highly unusual.


    Indeed, Brandon was no fan of psychotherapy.


    He had been depressed after his mother''s death. At that time, he had received psychotherapy to


    deal with it. However, it was not a pleasant experience and it left a bad impression on him. The


    psychological treatment hadn''t been beneficial to him. On the contrary, it had actually caused him


    more suffering.


    That was why he had suggested J take active psychotherapy, but wasn''t keen to undergo the


    treatment again himself.


    J didn''t insist. She knew him well. It was difficult to force him to ept something he had


    already formed a view about.


    Fortunately, she had n B up her sleeve.


    In the evening, J cooked a rich, decadent dinner.


    Brandon was about to go to his study. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the dining table


    laden with numerous delicious dishes.


    J said warmly, "Come and have dinner. What are you waiting for?"


    Brandon hesitated for a while. He could tell that J had a purpose for making such a sumptuous


    meal.


    But somehow, he took his seat anyway. He wanted to enjoy the wonderful dinner with her.


    With a smile, J dished up some food for him and said, "I feel like we are back to the time when


    we just got married."


    Upon hearing that, Brandon had lost his appetite. He didn''t remember those things she was


    mentioning now.


    Noticing the bitterness in Brandon''s eyes, J said, "Brandon, can you go to see the psychologist


    with me? We have experienced too much these days. I want to have a break. I also want to..."


    She pursed her lips and stared at the man in front of her with bright eyes. "I also want to have a


    child. Didn''t you like children very much before?"


    J held Brandon''s warm palm tenderly.