Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1871

Chapter 1871 Deep Hypnosis

Evan smoothly went under a trance, eager to recover his memories. The hypnotist continued with his guided instructions in a slow, gentle tone.

Once Even had fallen under deep hypnosis, the hypnotist began to give him suggestions. He then turned to Nicole after a while.

“It all depends on you next. Pavlov once said suggestion is the human most basic and classic conditioned reflex. Tell him the things he had forgotten. Your tone has to be soothing and firm so that his heart and mind can follow your words. Then, he might form an emotional resonance with you and recover his memories.”

“Understood. I’ll do as you say,” Nicole agreed.

“All right. Let’s start then.”

Nicole took a seat opposite Evan and began to tell him their story in a gentle tone.

Evan listened silently. His face was devoid of expression at first, as though it was a stranger’s story he was listening to. Twenty minutes later, emotion welled up between his brows. Noticing his reaction, the hypnotist urged Nicole to continue.

The past played in both of their mind like a movie. When Nicole talked about Russell’s death and how she was suspected and then taken away by the police, Evan’s clenched his hands tightly.

It was as though he was worried for Nicole.

Seeing the reaction on Evan’s hand, the hypnotist figured it was a good sign. He took a pen and paper and wrote: Speak freely but pay attention to the details. He silently left the room, leaving the space for both of them after showing it to Nicole.

Nicole continued to narrate in detail. More emotions entered Evan’s dark eyes and face.

The session was longer than expected, but Nicole was patient. She earnestly narrated her memories down to every minute detail as though she had forgotten about the time.

At that moment, only Evan was in her eyes. There were only her memories with Evan in her mind.

But he realized his feelings deep within his heart from that dream.

The person he liked was Sheila, but he didn’t realize that then.

“Why are you spacing out?” Sheila asked suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“I did dream a good dream. I dreamed that we were together till all our hair had turned white. We had a house full of children and grandchildren. A few of those grandchildren belonged to Zayden. There was one child in each of our arms while we held the hand of another as we sat under the warm sun. We were enjoying the blissful and happy life of being grandparents.”

Knowing Davin was lying, Sheila pouted. “Really?”

“Of course, it’s true.” Davin insisted.

“I don’t believe you. I think you dreamed about having a couple of beautiful, young, and sexy wives. You would sleep with a different one on a bed covered with gold every night. Am I right? This dream matches more with your character.”