Chapter 381 Extra Story The Lover Prisoned By The King Of The Underworld 32

Elmore was by Sherry's side all the time, not eating or drinking. Seeing Sherry like this, he could do nothing about it.

Three days later, Sherry finally woke up. She opened her eyes in a daze. The ceiling was pale white, like being applied with a large layer of paint, which was white enough to frighten people.

Her mind was like a blank piece, which seemed to be filled with countless broken pieces. But she could not think of any of them, only to feel her head heavy, very heavy

Sherry moved her hand slightly. It seemed that her hand was held by someone and it was warm. However, for some reason, Sherry seemed to reject him. She turned her head slightly, and a handsome man with a pair of beautiful purple eyes appeared in front of her. He looked very tired.

"Baby, you wake up." She heard him.

'babe, is she really his babe? Sherry couldn't help but think.

Her eyes were as pure as ever. They were like two pure crystal balls, but there was no spirit in them. She became dumber than before. Elmore stared at her for a while and wanted to touch her face, but his hand stopped in the air. He withdrew his hand embarrassedly and asked softly, "are you hungry?"

Without saying anything, Sherry just looked at him with her empty eyes. She was a little curious and confused, as if she could not recognize him. Elmore found that she was acting abnormally, so he called the doctor over at once. The doctor examined her and shook his head. "Mr. Ye, I suggest that you take her to the psychiatric department. Her brain is not damaged physically."

In the end, Elmore didn't take her to see a psychiatrist, but took her home instead. She had lived in the sanatorium for one year. She must be very afraid of that place. Besides, he believed that she was fine.

Elmore sent her to another villa without any servants. He left all the affairs of the group to Eleven and took care of her in person. Every day he took her to eat, bathed her and lulled her to sleep.

When Sherry lost her memory, she was just like a three-year-old child. She couldn't talk. In the past, she didn't like to talk, but now, she refused to talk with others.

The doctor said mental stress caused the aphrodisiac. Elmore wanted to drive these doctors out of his houses, because they just said Sherry had a mental problem.

Even though Sherry lost her memory, she still liked to paint. Whenever she was free, she would pick up the pencil to draw on the paper. Maybe it was because she had a solid foundation that she didn't draw in a horrible way, even though she drew with a pencil.

Elmore would hold her in his arms every night to watch her drawing on TV. She was very serious when she was drawing, with her black hair hanging slightly at the temples. She had a beautiful and delicate face, like a kind and naive little angel.

In the eyes of Elmore, she was also an angel?

Fortunately, Sherry was obedient and she seldom quarreled with him. When it was time for dinner, she would put down the brush tamely as long as he called her. She used to climb up his thighs. At the beginning, she was reluctant, but after a few more

group. They have been thinking about taking action for a long time. They have a great influence in America. To be honest, I don't want to bother you. But I have no choice. "

"By the way, what are you going to do with Ryan? Give me an explanation. What does it mean to lock him up in jail?" Eleven argued helplessly.

Ryan Chen Elmore's eyes quickly turned cold. He glanced at Eleven and said coldly, "just prisoned him."

He really wanted to kill Ryan, but he couldn't explain to Sherry. As far as he knew, Sherry felt guilty to Ryan, and if he killed her, she would hate him more.

He couldn't afford to lose this bet, so he had to be careful.

Eleven nodded and couldn't help asking, "when are you going to go out?"

Before giving a definite reply to Eleven, Elmore directly got up and drove Eleven out of the room.

He turned his head and looked at the clock in the hall. It was nine o'clock.

When he went back to the bedroom, he found that Sherry was sitting straight at the bedside and looking at him who had just come in. Elmore was used to her weirdness, so he naturally walked up to her and held her in her arms, smiling, "sleep."

Sherry nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was very dependent on him. She couldn't fall asleep without him by her side. Her condition was much better these days than when she was in the hospital, but she still didn't open her mouth to say a word.

Being dependent on his woman like this made Elmore feel a sense of accomplishment. However, when he fixed his gaze on her tightly knitted eyebrows, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. When would she be truly dependent on him?

Maybe in this lifetime She couldn't be totally dependent on him

Elmore couldn't help thinking of Eleven's suggestion. Kate was the best friend of Sherry. Maybe it was a good suggestion for her to feel relaxed when staying with her best friend.

Besides Elmore's eyes were as cold as ice, without any emotion

A gangster party dared to make trouble in Black Soil. Did they really think he, the boss, was a substitute?