Mark Manning looked at him, face full of resentment: "Mr. Bennett, waiting for you has been so painful."

He came early in the morning, and eventually waited until the afternoon.

Thankfully, the secretary ordered lunch for him.

Otherwise, he’d be starving by now.

Mason Bennett withdrew his gaze and went directly behind the desk.

He took off his jacket and hung it on the nearby coat rack.

"Is there something you need?"

Hearing the cold tone, Mark Manning just felt aggrieved.

All day long, he had been worrying about Mason’s Sacred Body, yet he was not treated well.

"Routine examination." He spoke resentfully.

Mason Bennett was taken aback by what he heard, glancing at the calendar on the side.

"Isn’t the examination at the beginning of the month?" he asked.

Over these years, Mark Manning would give him a check-up every month, but always at the start of the month.

It had never changed.

Mark Manning’s eyes flashed with a hint of guilt, then he covered his lips and lightly coughed.

"Well, Grandma said you weren’t feeling well before, so she asked me to come and check."

The hypnosis had been successful before, so Mason Bennett himself would not remember this.

To avoid triggering his memories, Mark Manning did not bring this up in front of him.

He might even avoid it.

Mason Bennett gazed deeply at him, his eyes unfathomable, for a long while before withdrawing his gaze and responding with a faint hum.

Seeing Mason’s usual expression, Mark Manning finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he sat there, waiting for Mason Bennett to finish his work.

It’s always like this; he has to wait until Mason completes his tasks before he can start the check-up.

Meanwhile, he constantly observed Mason Bennett.

It’s unclear how much time passed before Mason Bennett finally stopped his work, stood up, and moved to the adjacent lounge.

Upon seeing this, Mark Manning quickly got up and followed him inside.

After entering, he had just put down his bag when he heard a click.

He turned back, stupefied.

He saw Mason Bennett standing by the doorway, closing the door.

Previously, during treatment, the door wasn’t shut because nobody would enter the office without Mason Bennett’s command.

Unexpectedly, this time Mason Bennett took the initiative to close the door.

"Well, let’s start now."

"No hurry."

Mason Bennett said faintly and then walked to a chair, sat down, and looked at him with cool indifference.

That gaze made Mark Manning feel somewhat panicked, inexplicably flustered, yet puzzled by Mason Bennett’s attitude.

"Mr. Bennett?"

"Before the examination, let’s discuss the hypnosis matter."

Upon hearing the word hypnosis, Mark Manning’s eyes widened with disbelief and shock!

How could he know about the hypnosis!

It was impossible for him to remember...

"Mr. Bennett, you remembered!?" Mark Manning felt his voice nearly failing.

He found it inconceivable.

He was confident in his skills; since hypnosis succeeded before, it should be impossible to recall!

Mason Bennett leaned back slightly, his eyes like the depths of the ocean, cold and unfathomably arresting.

"This, this can’t be!" Mark Manning was incredulous.

Mason Bennett pursed his lips, the expression similarly seemed displeased.

Back then, the hypnosis, if deemed successful, was indeed a success.

But if deemed unsuccessful, it hadn’t truly succeeded.

Because...

He hadn’t forgotten those matters.

The only difference was, after that, he wasn’t having the dream as frequently.

Yet occasionally, it would appear again.

Especially after the day Dean Carter mentioned he claimed to have a fiancée before.

The dream resumed, even intensifying and tormenting him.