Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Chapter 1188

Moreover, if the man before her were indeed Theodore, he could not possibly fail to recognize her.

Yet, it was unmistakable that he possessed no recollection of their past encounters.

Having regained her composure, Judy opted to take her leave.

Nevertheless, the image of that doppelganger’s visage continued to haunt her thoughts.

She couldn't help but ponder what might occur if Ariana laid eyes upon him; she would undoubtedly mistake him for Theodore.

With these contemplations consuming her, Judy hesitated.

Her thoughts swirled around the patients in the hospital room: Mitchel and Ariana.

Should she divulge this perplexing encounter to Ariana? On one hand, the man she had seen was Holden, on the verge of matrimony.

Disclosing this might unsettle Ariana. On the other hand, she felt a compelling duty to ensure Ariana’s awareness.

After a prolonged internal debate, Judy sighed, shook her head, and quietly left.

ninja Meanwhile, Holden had ascended the elevator to the top floor, where the hypnotherapist awaited him. Following a brief exchange of pleasantries, the doctor instructed Holden to recline in preparation for the forthcoming treatment.

Under the doctor's gentle guidance, Holden descended swiftly into a state of hypnotic reverie. It felt akin to wandering through a dream, enveloped in obscurity.

In this enigmatic dreamscape, Holden found himself treafYg a path within the shadows, instinctively following these enigmatic fragments.

He had no inkling of how long he traversed this indistinct terrain when, suddenly, a jarring, piercing cacophony shattered the silence.

Without conscious thought, he spun around to confront a rushing truck that sent him plunging off a cliff.

In an instant, Holden jolted awake, bathed in a clammy sheen of cold sweat.

When the doctor witnessed Holden awakening, he delicately retrieved a tissue from the nearby table and extended it towards him. Clutching a pen and paper, he diligently transcribed his observations, inquiring, “Sir, did you encounter any visions? Did any vital memories resurface?” Holden took a moment to compose himself, then gently shook his head.

He proceeded to recount the fragments of his dream.

Aware of a prior car accident, he surmised his dream’s connection to that incident. Yet, beyond those fractured vignettes, he failed to glean any substantial insights. The imagery and sounds remained shrouded in a nebulous haze, eluding comprehension.