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Enchanted By His Charm

Doctor Irish Lane- 28 years old, was a renowned psychologist in New York. She looked stunningly attractive, sexy, and intelligent—a real beauty that undeniably captured every man’s attention. Joseph Dover- a Ph.D in Economics, a diamonds and gemstones expert and the CEO of the Runestone Group, appeared cruel and heartless in the eyes of his business rivals; however, his life abruptly changed when Irish Lane came like a nightmare, drowning him gradually and destroying his perfect plan. Everything seemed to be perfect until he showed his real intention, destroying their perfect love and shattering her beautiful dream. He showed his passionate love to her only to reveal his true color and purpose - to avenge his family’s tragic downfall caused by her father, and she was merely a bargaining chip used by him. However, fate has laid out something different from his plan. He found himself madly in love with the daughter of his enemy, but it was too late to restore what he had destroyed, causing them to fall apart. **** Her whole body trembled, screamed, and loosened at the pleasant sensation she hadn’t had before. Her strength was drawn away. Her body flopped on the man’s chest, fluttering like a cloud of feathers. “How much do you hate me, huh?” Joseph sighed above her. His voice was low, as mellow as a cello over her ears. She silently admitted that she had a soft heart. Joseph didn’t want to wait for her answer, and his rough thumb moved down her eyebrows. His handsome face pressed down close to her, and his thin lips seemed to sweep through her nose bridge and then gently touch her lips. He uttered in a low voice, “But no matter how much you hate me, you are mine.” At the end of the speech, his kiss fell. His kiss gradually became deeper and more passionate, and finally, he became more greedy. His cheek pressed down, and he murmured gently beside her ear. “Don’t force me to be rude to you.” The hot breath burned her, and her slender body twitched gently. Joseph raised his eyes, staring at her. The yellow light failed to light his eyes, which were still deep as night. His eyes were like a vast starry sky, ethereal and lonely. “I want to love you. I do, but I don’t know how I would trust you.” His piercing stares seem to melt her gradually. He always wanted to love her with all his heart, hug her with all his strength, and take care of her for the rest of his life. Irish’s heart was pierced with pain after hearing his words. She didn’t know if it was because of his eyes or his words. She looked at him intently, yet her emotions were concealed. His eyes were full of impatience and tension. Was this the woman he wanted to love with all his heart, who was heartless and stubborn? He couldn’t understand. He had paid so much and invested in this love, and why, in the end, he couldn’t make her happy? Why did they end up becoming an enemy after all the passionate nights they shared before? She couldn’t wait to leave him and wished she had never met him. Their passionate love turned into hatred, and the overwhelming pain pushed them to hurt and kill each other to survive. WSA2022 Entry. Leave your review, comment, and vote for this novel. I highly appreciate them. Stay tuned as I unfold the mystery behind this novel, and the mass release will follow soon!

AnnaShannel_Lin · Urban
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Chapter 132: Bernert’s Case

Irish massaged her forehead and said in a husky voice, "Once one has vascular disease, it means that he never dreams." According to the research, when one dreams in his right hemisphere, the feeling and influence are transmitted to the left hemisphere, and in this way, he could illustrate the content of his dream.

Bernert had been describing his dream to her even with a detailed and fresh introduction of the plot, so she thought that he had been dreaming it repeatedly. That would explain why he had such a clear memory. However, when Blair conducted cognitive therapy for Bernert, he found that he had right hemisphere vascular disease. As a researcher on dreams, she clearly knew that one with right hemisphere vascular disease would never dream. That was to say, every plot Bernert had described to her was not a dream at all!