She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 657: Remember The One You Love is Named Sam

In front of her, there was a hazy and heavy darkness, as if she was immersed in icy seawater, with wave after wave threatening to engulf her.

At that moment, Cheyenne heard an ethereal, sweet voice coming from the vague front.

"Good child, you are very tired now, very tired, your body is feeling unprecedented exhaustion."

"Keep walking forward, you will see a glimmer of light, your eyelids start to feel heavy, limbs relax, and breathing gradually slows down."

"Breathing regularly, next, you will have a sweet dream."

"In the dream, you are sitting in a comfortable home, lying in bed, blowing the warm breeze outside the window, holding a parchment map in your hand, where is this map, tell me, okay?" Her soul involuntarily followed the guidance of this voice, sinking under her eyelids.

"Do you see it? Where is that map?"

The sleeping girl nodded her head and softly replied, "I see it, I hid the map in a dark room, it's very dark there, with lots of flowers and plants."

A dark room? Flowers and plants?

Listening to her response, Gracie quickly guessed-Cheyenne had buried the map somewhere underground.

This hypnosis was very successful. Gracie smiled as she put away the necklace in her hand and gently touched Cheyenne's eyes with her fair hand. "Okay, you've done great. Child, sleep well, and tomorrow when you wake up, it will be a sunny day."

Cheyenne "obediently" let out a yawn, her red lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth.

A sweet and lovely smile appeared on her tranquilly cute face, and she fell asleep with her hands folded on her face.

This action made her stomach particularly bulge, and Gracie's gaze fell on her abdomen, tenderness fleeting.

"Buried underground, it should still be in Akloit, just let Glenn go find it."

Sam said, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose and assessing the sleeping Cheyenne.

The corner of his lips curved up into an elegant smile.

He only saw Cheyenne when she was awake, very lively and full of cunning vitality.

As for her asleep, it was his first time seeing her.

Turns out, her sleeping posture was so adorable, very much like a child who lacked a sense of security. He used to sleep like that when he was a child.

"Well, he should be back in Onistead today, Elsa's getting married, he, of course, will come back to see the show?"

"Let's go, things have temporarily come to an end, next, we should go see how the drug research is progressing."

Gracie inserted her hands into the pockets of her coat, urging Sam to leave the room together, but he remained motionless and borrowed her necklace. "Lend me your necklace."

"What do you need this thing for?"

Gracie was slightly surprised, hesitating whether to give it to him, as she touched the necklace in her pocket.

Sam, for the first time, started to act coquettish, "Aunt Gracie, I won't do anything, don't worry. I'm just curious about your hypnosis, so I want to see if I can learn it."

"Is that so?"

"Of course, you know how much progress I've made, right?"

Indeed, she had taught him hypnosis, but it was unclear whether it was a matter of personal comprehension. Despite having mastered Praying Magic, Sam could only barely be considered at an entry level in hypnosis.

She placed the necklace in Sam's hand, and before leaving, she couldn't help but remind him, "Don't lose it for me, this is the token of love Gregory gave me."

"You can rest assured, if Father asks, I'll just say I borrowed it from you."

"Gregory" mentioned by Gracie was Sam's father, Gregory Lucas, who was the head of the Lucas family in this generation. He was mysterious and elusive.

Although Sam was the sole heir of

the Lucas family and the next head, his family was not Lucas but Hurst,

I his mother's

Hurst.

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Years ago, before that woman died, her only request was for the child to carry her surname.

Nevertheless, Sam was raised solely by Gracie, so their bond was deep, more like siblings than mother and son.

Gracie always allowed Sam's requests, as long as they were not too extreme.

She walked to the entrance, took a couple of steps outside, but couldn't help but turn back with concern and softly reminded him:

"Be careful out there. One wrong move will make her retaliate or wake up."

Cheyenne was different from others; her willpower was unexpectedly firm. She was hard to deal with.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Okay."

After Gracie left, Sam tried to use the hypnotic method Gracie had just taught him again on Cheyenne.

His eyes flickered, lips curved into an intrigued smile, and his deep, clear voice sounded, "Remember, the person you love is named Sam Hurst!"

"Yes."

"Repeat it once again. Who is the person you love?"

"Sam Hurst."

Very well.

It seemed like the hypnosis was successful. Sam couldn't help but extend his broad, warm hand and gently caress her exquisitely smooth face.

His thumb lingered on her lips for a while, but eventually, due to OCD, he only kissed Cheyenne on the cheek.

He didn't feel uncomfortable at all; instead, he found her fragrant and soft, wanting to kiss her again.

However, he couldn't delay any

longer. He needed to check the progress of the drug research. immediately. Reluctantly, he glanced at the sleeping girl and left slowly and unhurriedly.

The door was closed once again, blocking most of the cold wind outside.

Yet, Cheyenne felt as if she had been trapped in a severe weather of ice and fire, with a voice constantly echoing in her mind. Remember, the person you love is Sam.

Yet, among the fragments of her memories, there was another familiar figure, a man with his back facing her, dressed in a black suit.

His clothes billowed in the wind, appearing so thin as if he could be carried away by the wind.

For some reason, looking at this figure, Cheyenne could only feel heartache. She reached out her hand, wanting to grab onto that

man's coat, when he suddenly

turned his head.

In his hand, he held a shining ring, revealing a radiant and captivating gentle smile towards her.

"Cheyenne, marry me."

Hmm...

Who is he exactly?

Is it Sam?

No, this voice gives her a completely different feeling. She seems more inclined to want to know who the latter person is.

She can never clearly see his face, but his gaze always makes Cheyenne's heart tremble.

"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. If there's a next life, I will definitely love you well."

"Remember, the person you love is named Sam."

"Cheyenne... keep alive."

"The person I love is Sam."