The doctor bit her lower lip for a while and said, "Wendy said her boyfriend in her dream looked exactly like Mr. Harold..."
"Poof! Cough cough! " Charles, who was drinking tea, couldn't help spraying all over the ground.
Harold also looked at the doctor in surprise. It was the first time that Charles had seen him in astonishment since he knew him for so many years.
Charles couldn't help laughing and said, "Congratulations, you are lucky! What's the taste of Wendy? Why does she like this cold man? "
When Sane saw that Charles began to talk nonsense again, he picked up the papers beside him and hit Charles on the head.
"Ouch! Grandpa, why did you hit me? I didn't say anything wrong! " Charles said unconvinced, "my mouth is so sweet, and I'm handsome. I can also please women. Why does everyone like him but not me! I really don't know if women nowadays are all blind! "
"What kind of love do you know, you brat? When can you focus on study and management? Then I will so happy!" Sane cursed helplessly.
Charles rubbed his aching head and said pitifully, "this is not good. If you are too happy like a madman, mom and dad must beat me up."
Only then did everyone realize what Charles meant by "happy". Sane was going to continue to educate his grandson.
Harold put away his surprised expression and asked, "why?"
The doctor shook her head and said, "maybe Wendy felt that you had a sense of security. From her conversation with me, I can feel that she cared about you and trusted you very much."
After listening to the doctor's narration, Harold thought of the strange eyes he had seen in Wendy's eyes several times before. Did she see him as her lover in her previous life?
It was not that Harold didn't have pursuers. He had always hated these people who pestered him.
But somehow, he had a strange feeling when he thought of the pitiful look of Wendy.
"Can she be cured?" Harold asked with a frown.