Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: CHAPTER 142 Chapter 142: CHAPTER 142 “Sophia?

Sophia…” My consciousness gradually returned, and I could hear someone calling my name.

It was Damien.

“Mr.

Peter, why does she seem off?” Damien asked Peter anxiously.

“Did you give her the medicine I’d prescribed on time?” Peter inquired.

“T made sure she took it on schedule.

There was no mistake.” “Memory erasure and restructuring can’t be completed in one go.

She shouldn’t have lost her memory.

If she forgets you, be careful.

She might just be pretending.

“You must keep giving her psychological and environmental stimulation, and don’t stop giving her the medication.

Bring her to the hospital on time for the hypnosis and electroshock therapy,” Peter instructed seriously.

Damien fell silent for a moment before asking, “Mr.

Peter, is this fair to her?” “Her mother wished for her to live a simple, ordinary life.

She is sick and needs treatment,” Peter stated firmly.

Damien hesitated.

“Is she really Sophia?

Does soul transmigration really exist?” Peter replied coldly, “That’s for you to decide who you want her to be.” After along pause, Damien finally said, “Sophia.

I want Sophia back.” Peter simply responded, “Then, do as I say.” When I opened my eyes, Peter had already left.

Damien was sitting by the bed.

He was excited to see me awake.

“Sophia.” I looked at him and said, “Damien, I want some mango pudding.” Damien paused, then nodded.

“T’ll have someone buy it for you right away.” Soon, the nanny brought over the mango pudding.

“Do you want some?” He offered to feed me.

“You first.

I remember you love mango pudding.” I smiled at him.

But it was Dexter who loved mango pudding.

Damien’s fingers stiffened.

He whispered, “You eat it.” I shook my head.

“No, you eat it.” Damien frowned and took a bite of the mango pudding.

“Why did you deceive me?

You weren’t my lover yet you pretended to be him, leading me to form wrong memories.

How could you not trust me and yet humiliate and torture me?” I asked hoarsely.

Damien was taken aback.

He looked at me in shock and panicked .

“Sophia…

do you remember now?” I watched as his face broke out in red spots after eating the mango pudding.

Since Peter said I shouldn’t have lost my memory, I stopped pretending.

“If you don’t love me, why deceive me and keep me trapped ?

Why not tell me the truth?” Why did he make me treat Dexter like that?

Why make him a complete stranger to me?

I was filled with hatred at this point!

Damien panicked and tried to explain.

“Sophia, it’s not like that.

I admit I was selfish.

I…

I didn’t want you to remember him.

I wanted you to only see and think of me.” “So why doubt and hurt me after achieving your goal?” I asked.

Even though he had achieved his aim, he still hurt me.

Damien clenched his hands tightly.

“I’m sorry.

I was just suspicious.

I feared you were pretending because you used to…” He stopped talking and was unwilling to explain further.

I sneered while looking at the pills on the table.

“Ha.

I remember since I was eighteen, you and Auntie Lois have always made me take these pills.

These are from Peter, right?” Damien looked at me with mixed emotions.

“Sophia, you’re sick.” I asked him with a laugh.

“What sickness do I have?” “You…

Sophia…

It’s time for your medicine.” He hesitated to continue as he found it difficult to utter the word “emotional disorder.” He picked up the medicine from the table, trying to make me take it.

“What if I don’t?” I looked at him with disgust.

I still remembered waking up at eighteen, forgetting Dexter, and then taking these pills ever since.

They seemed to suppress my emotions , making me numb, like an animal trapped in a cage, forcibly dulling all my sharpness.

“Sophia…

you have to take it.

I won’t let you remember him.

You’ll stay by my side like a normal girl.

I’ll protect you, and we’ll get married and have our own children.

We’ll have a beautiful future.

“Sophia, you’re not in pain, are you?” Damien said softly while squatting beside the bed.

He brought the pill to my lips.

“Sophia, be good.” “You’re disgusting,” I spat at him.

“Sophia, Dexter isn’t dead but severely injured.

My men found him before the Blacks did.” Damien’s gaze darkened and his voice turned icy.

He was threatening me again.

He had always been threatening me.

My voice trembled.

“You think I’ll believe you?” Dexter wasn’t dead.

“See.

He has a strong will to live.” He showed me a picture on his phone of Dexter, who was bloodied and barely alive.

Damien continued to threaten me.

“I’ll take it.” I took the pill from his hand and swallowed it.

Damien didn’t trust me.

He grabbed my face and checked to make sure I actually swallowed the pill before letting go of his hands.

“Sophia, have a good sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be better.” He believed that after taking the medication and sleeping, I would forget everything.

“Mr.

Coleman!

Mr.

Coleman!

Ms.

Turner is screaming about suicide!” The nanny rushed in panic.

I stared at Damien quietly.

Damien glanced at me in hesitation as always, and chose to go to Juliet.

The same old story.

He professed his love for me, yet couldn’t let go of his first love.

“Ugh.” [ran to the bathroom and vomited, trying to get the pills out of my throat.

But it was too late.

I couldn’t vomit anything.

Previously , Damien wasn’t so vigilant.

I would pretend to take the medication but actually hiding it under my tongue.

This time, I had to swallow it in front of him.

The medication likely had sedative components.

I fell asleep heavily as soon as I hit the bed.

I wondered what I would forget when I woke up.

I wondered if I would still remember Dexter the next day.

Dexter wasn’t dead.

He was with Damien.

He was severely injured.

I mustn’t forgot about this I had to find a way to tell Rachel and Zion that Dexter was with Damien.

“Sophia?” In a daze, I heard a hoarse voice calling my name.

The window must had been opened.

A cool breeze was blowing in He gently kissed my forehead.

“Sophia, I’m here to take you home.” “Sophia, shall we go home?

“Don’t forget me again.

It’s painful.” I struggled to open my eyes and clung to his hand.

He seemed surprised.

“Sophia, you remember me, don’t you?” “Dexter…” I called his name hoarsely.

He hugged me tightly and said while sobbing, “Honey, let’s go home.” Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

The room’s light became blinding.

I panicked, and tried to open my eyes.

“Dexter, I’ve been waiting for you.” It was Damien’s voice.

So Dexter wasn’t in his hands.

He was using me to lure Dexter out.

“I made a deal with Martin.

Whether you live or die after I hand you over is none of my concern,” Damien’s voice was low.