Chapter 342

"Dr. Klein, my condition seems to have worsened."

Dr. Emily Klein forced her heavy eyelids open to look at the impeccably dressed man before her. His handsome face was indeed pleasing to the eye, but being woken at 4 AM filled her with resentment. She just wanted to end this consultation quickly.

She gulped down a mouthful of ice water, trying to shake off her drowsiness.

"Mr. Roland, this is an hour earlier than last time."

Adrian Roland slid a black card from his wallet and pushed it toward her. "Compensation."

"I'm almost fifty. No amount of money can buy back my beauty sleep." Dr. Klein sighed, rubbing her temples.

"I'll keep it brief." Adrian's Adam's apple bobbed. "I suspect I had a second personality."

Dr. Klein raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Those dreams—Mount Rainier, the crabapple tree—they all came true. I always thought it was twin telepathy. But now I'm certain... I never had a brother."

Dr. Klein suddenly perked up. "You're sure?"

"Absolutely." Adrian's knuckles whitened. "The woman I love met a man claiming to be my twin. Today, I confirmed that person never existed."

"So when she called me asking about shared twin memories..."

"Exactly." A spark of hope ignited in Adrian's eyes. "If that person was actually me..."

Dr. Klein's expression cleared. "She fell in love with your alternate personality?"

"I need confirmation." Adrian's voice tightened. "Under what circumstances would a second personality emerge?"

"Usually as a coping mechanism after severe trauma." Dr. Klein mused. "At the time, you..."

"Lost both parents. Lost the woman I loved. Was diagnosed with bipolar disorder."

Dr. Klein suddenly remembered something. "Have you seen a psychiatrist before?"

Adrian froze.

Dr. Lowell! And Uncle Xavier's warning!

His chest felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer, stealing his breath.

"Mr. Roland?" Dr. Klein asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." He loosened his tie. "If that personality is gone..."

"I'm afraid she fell in love with someone who no longer exists."

"Is there any way to bring him back?"

"Triggering memory points might work." Dr. Klein suggested. "Mount Rainier and the crabapple tree held significance for him. They could awaken him."

......

Stella Valentine tossed and turned in the beach house.

Around 3 AM, she heard Adrian slip out silently.

Only two people could leave her side without a sound—Mr. Alistair, and Adrian.

She didn't ask.

Keeping her own secrets meant she had no right to question his whereabouts.

Besides, they were only married in name now.

Dawn was breaking when she finally drifted into uneasy sleep.

Vows beneath the crabapple tree. An embrace at the birthday banquet. Her floral sundress fluttering on the bicycle's rear seat...

Buzz—

Her phone vibrated, jolting her awake.

[Stella, I'm waiting at the Rose Garden.]

She sat bolt upright.

Rose Garden! Where she and Mr. Alistair shared their happiest memories!

Had he returned?

Or... had Adrian accessed those memories again?

Her hands trembled as she checked the sender—an unknown number.

Neither Adrian's nor Mr. Alistair's old number.

A second message followed:

[Our little Samoyed misses you. It's been keeping me company since you left.]