Chapter 779


    Chapter 779 Familiar Unknown


    Charlotte and Joe left together.


    The car sped along the road, and Charlotte’s mood gradually calmed down.


    Until the car drove into a beautifully exquisite Burkina-Faso-style manor.


    “What is this?” Charlotte looked at the unfamiliar Smith Manor, feeling as if


    she had been there more than once.


    She looked at Joe with great confusion.


    “Let’s go in first,” Joe was nonmittal, walking to Charlotte’s side and


    extending a hand, “May I hold your hand?”


    Charlotte hesitated for a second, then reached out her hand into his.


    Seeing their hands held together, Joe subtly curled his lips.


    They walked into the main building, and Charlotte looked around.


    “This ce…” She looked at Joe hesitantly, “I feel like I’ve been here before.”


    Although it was her first timeing here after losing her memory, she could


    urately predict where the next piece of furniture would be, and even the


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    Originally, Charlotte had only decorated all these small buildings but had not


    designated their use.


    During this period, Joe had quietly had this small building modified. He


    opened the door to the small building, and right at the entrance was a


    beautifully drawn architectural diagram.


    Charlotte found it a bit strange, who would use architectural drawings as


    decorative paintings?


    Joe gave a mysterious smile, pulling Charlotte further inside.


    Charlotte was stunned.


    The walls of the small building were covered with various architectural diagrams and photographs.


    “These are all your past works. Although you’ve lost your memory, they are all your carefully crafted


    past,” Joe looked at Charlotte earnestly, “You may not remember, but they will always be with you.”


    Charlotte was silent as she carefully stared at the architectural drawings on


    the wall.


    Although she couldn’t remember the process of creating them, she felt


    familiar when looking at them.


    She smiled and turned to Joe, “Thank you!”


    Not only that, Joe continued to lead Charlotte inside.


    The entire hall had been transformed into a huge studio,plete with a


    variety of drawing tools, as well as oil paints and canvases.


    “I spoke to a psychologist, and he suggested that having a creative outlet


    might be helpful for your condition,” Joe said, ncing at the workbench and


    slightly tightening his grip on Charlotte’s hand.


    “There’s nothing to fear about losing the past. We can start creating the future


    from now on,” Joe said, looking intently at Charlotte.


    Charlotte was taken aback, her eyes suddenly stinging. She rubbed her eyes


    subconsciously and found a tear forming.


    She cried!