"What, Aunt Collins... you, can you say that again?" Skye Brown thought she had misheard, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes wide open, even her cherry lips parted, with an incredulous expression.
"Cough, cough..." Aunt Collins coughed lightly twice, her old face turning red.
Oh my, how could the Young Lady be like this, she... she’s at such an old age, and it took all the courage she had to say those four words, yet the Young Lady asked her to repeat them.
Oh well, just say it then.
For the happiness of the Young Master and the Young Lady, and to honor the old butler’s instructions who had retired.
Aunt Collins steeled herself and said solemnly, "Ever since the Young Lady left, the Young Master has not sought out other won. He was always faithful to you at that ti. Later, people from the old manor ca and took the Young Master back... I heard from the old butler that they used hypnosis on the Young Master to make him forget you."
"Originally, this was the old man’s intention, just to make things over between you and the Young Master—who, who knew that after the hypnosis was done, the Young Master then... was... was rendered impotent."
After Aunt Collins finished speaking, her face turned even redder.
anwhile, Skye Brown’s charming face suddenly flushed bright red as if it were on fire.
No, impotent?
Dylan Wellington is impotent?!
"How... how is that possible?"
Skye Brown didn’t believe it, she was completely incredulous.
"Dylan Wellington has changed so many won over the years, with so many rumors, and the actresses he appeared with in entertainnt headlines number not a hundred, then at least fifty."
"No, no, those are all fake, we all know. The Young Master used the villa next door specifically to receive those won. We old folks are responsible for the laundry room, those sheets are clean, you can tell at a glance that nothing of that sort happened..."
Aunt Collins, a seasoned expert, hit the nail on the head with her insight.
Skye Brown couldn’t believe it: "How could it be fake... When I just returned to the country, I t that Sasha Hammond, didn’t she date Dylan Wellington for a few months and even broke his dating record..."
"That’s also fake, that woman lived next door for quite a while, actually sharing a room with Mr. Wellington for only one night, and midway through, Mr. Wellington returned to the main manor here. Their bed wasn’t even ssed up; it was clear nothing happened."
"If nothing happened, why did Dylan Wellington break the norm and keep her the longest?"
Aunt Collins laughed as soon as she heard it, laughing very ambiguously: "Young Lady, isn’t that because of you? Do you rember the scent of your favorite perfu? It was orange blossom... That Sasha Hammond just happened to wear that perfu, and although the Young Master lost his mory, he was inexplicably fond of that scent."
"If it weren’t for her wearing the sa perfu as you, the Young Master would have kicked that Sasha Hammond out long ago!"
Upon hearing this, Skye Brown couldn’t help but recall the first ti she t Molly Wellington.
Yes... that one day, Molly Wellington rushed to the set to cause trouble for Sasha Hammond, and the perfu bottle she smashed upon entering was orange blossom scented.
So this ans...
"Even though Dylan Wellington lost his mory... his... his heart only rembers ?" Skye Brown looked sowhat lost at Aunt Collins, as if waiting for a definite answer.
Upon learning the truth, the courage she had painstakingly accumulated was crushed to nothing by Dylan Wellington’s hurtful words.
She wanted to escape, to withdraw from this one-sided pursuit.
But now, Aunt Collins’ words felt as if they had given her strength.
"Of course." Aunt Collins nodded, "Over the years, Mr. Wellington has never touched a woman. Young Lady, you truly an sothing different to the Young Master. Back then, the Young Master was hypnotized by the old man because of you, and before Nelson’s butler left, he specifically instructed us, if there ever was an opportunity, we must tell you the truth."
"The Young Master was miserable, refusing to eat or drink at the old manor over there, preferring death over forgetting you. Even with hypnosis, his heart never stopped beating for you. Young Lady... you... you mustn’t give up on the Young Master. Please, I’m begging you, let her be happy..."
[Update complete, see you tomorrow night at 6:00~]
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