“Pretty good.”
Peter was not impressed, and even felt good about it.
“I really don’t understand what kind of ecstasy Adriana has given you to make you so obsessed.”
Zac shook his head and sighed in frustration, but there are a few old mature, “If I can meet a woman in this life that I also love deeply will not be in vain.”
The mouth chanted that Peter was deeply in love with Adriana, even to the point of being unable to extricate themselves, but inwardly quite envious of Peter.
It is also a blessing on earth to have someone to love wholeheartedly.
After the wound was dressed, Zac put away the medical kit and put it in the drawer.
Looking at the time, it was already after 5 p. m. “Brother, should we ask the kitchen to prepare dinner?”
“No need. Order takeout.”
Thinking about what I just said to Adriana that there was no cook at Gliy Whein Mansion, wouldn’t it be a slap in the face if the cook was now transferred from the backyard?
“Okay, then I’ll make the arrangements.”
“Hmm.”
With permission, Zac immediately went downstairs to prepare dinner.
He came downstairs just in time to meet Edward coming up, his face was blue and he didn’t know what kind of argument he had with Adriana, “Are you okay?”
“It’s okay.”
Edward answered and went upstairs to Peter’s bedroom.
In the gray decorated bedroom, Peter leaned lazily on the bed alone, with a cigarette between his uninjured fingers, smoking with a sad frown.
When he saw Edward push in the door, he looked and didn’t say anything.
“How are you hurt?”
Edward stepped forward, concerned.
“No harm, minor injury.”
If set aside in the past, Peter simply did not care, only now the body is not as good as before, so it has become so weak.
He walked to the sofa in the bedroom and sat down, frowning, “You’re weak now, it’s better to pay attention.”
“I know my own body.”
“That’s good.”
Edward lifted his leg and crossed it over the low table, crossing his fingers on his stomach, “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
“Go ahead.”
“As far as I know, Obren’s people do not recover their memories, but it is because Obren has been too mysterious for so many years, and then it has been deified by many people. If not, Obren would not have refused the astoundingly large sum of money you offered.”
Edward gazed across the table, “I know you’re anxious to get your memory back, but you’re in too much of a hurry.”
“Go and bring Alani here.”
“What do you want?”
Edward asked a question, but saw Peter smoking a cigarette with his head down, depressed, and did not ask more.
Get up and leave the bedroom.
A few minutes later, he turned back and brought Alani in.
“You go out first.”
Peter had already gotten up and walked aside, leaning against the bedside table standing with a suit jacket draped over his shoulders, perfectly concealing the wound on his wrist.
“Good.”
Edward said nothing, turned around and went out, closing the door behind him.
Peter lips hold a cigarette, from time to time exhale thin light smoke, hazy smoke obscures his sword eyebrows starry eyes, more handsome a few points.
“I want to know what is the reason you have been refusing to restore my memory for me?”
He cut to the chase single-handedly.
Alani brushed the frame of his glasses, and a trace of coldness surfaced on his deep European and American handsome face, “You are selective amnesia, and not sealed by Obren’s memory, how can you be cured? Obren’s people are ordinary people, not gods. Besides, I have no grievances or enemies with you, so naturally I have no reason to be your enemy, let alone the reason to reject your 5 billion.”
In front of Peter, Alani is also simple and straightforward.
Previously, in order to ask Obren’s people to help him heal his memory loss and physical problems, Peter offered a high price of 5 billion directly.
It was still rejected.
“You know Adriana?”
Peter asked again.
“Whether I know Ms. Hale or not is none of your business, you need not ask.”
Alani doesn’t bother to tell Peter, much less scorn Peter’s power.
They, Obren, are not in the eyes of anyone but the royal family of Motril.
Even if the status is outstanding, so what?
“So you do know each other.”
Not a question, but an affirmative.
Both the look in Alani’s eyes and the tone of his voice made Peter sure of what was in his mind.
“Self-righteous.”
The elegant gentleman snorted with disdain.
“Actually, I didn’t call you here today to ask you to restore any memory for me, I just want you to help me heal.”
Peter didn’t want to be beating around the bush with Alani.
His past with Adriana, he knew much of it by and large through the video footage Hank found.
If Alani is willing to restore his memory today, it is good, but if not, then I hope he will see if his illness can be cured.
After listening to his glance, Alani was silent for a moment, walked to Peter’s front, lifted his wrist, index finger and middle finger over his pulse, and checked his pulse.
During the pulse check, Alani’s eyes slowly closed and her face became more and more gloomy and ugly.
After a long time, he released his hand and shook his head, “I’m sorry, but there is no cure for your condition.”
“Why?”
“I’m sure you’ve been to the hospital and the hospital test results are the best reason.”
After saying that, Alani noticed that Peter looked suspicious, is some disbelief.
Immediately explained: “In the words of your Swoywana often say ‘the great gods can not save you’, it is not that I do not want to save you.”
“The hospital couldn’t find out what the problem was, so what do you think the problem is?”
Peter asked again.
Alani moved and turned around towards the couch, and the moment his back was turned to Peter, his eyes flashed a little light, and it was gone in a flash.
“I didn’t find out exactly what the cause was. However, I know that you have recently had a lot more injuries to your body, so if you don’t want to die so early, you should pay attention to recuperation and ban smoking and alcohol.”
Peter’s brow furrowed, “What did Adriana call you over for?”
“It was said that it wanted me to seal my memory for someone, but it didn’t say exactly who it was.”
“Sealing memories?”
Peter thought about it and it became clear in his mind.
Dropping the butt of his cigarette in his hand, he placed his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and paced back and forth across the room, “I must not tell anyone about my affairs.”
“Naturally.”
“Hmm.”
Peter jawed slightly and called aloud, “Edward?”
Just as the voice fell, the bedroom door was opened and Edward walked in, “Big brother, what’s up?”
“Send them back.”
He waved his hand and stood with his back to Alani, and it was easy to hear the sadness and despondency in his voice.
“Big Brother, you …”
“Send the guest.”
Edward wanted to say something else, but before he could finish a sentence, Peter’s voice rang out again.
The tone of command.
Edward’s eyes flickered slightly, his unkind gaze sizing up Alani, and he said helplessly, “Please.”
The two men left the bedroom.
The bedroom fell into silence, the man also walked to the window, looking at the view outside, the early spring days, everything revived, full of life.
He was the only one who was on the verge of dying.
Downstairs, Edward walked down with Alani, “Let’s go, you guys.”