Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 347

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 347

Sometimes, one has to wait for the perfect opportunity to arrive to carry out one's plan.

She had been waiting for a long time and didn't mind waiting a little longer.

Her patience and determination would persist until the very end.

At noon, Henrick was home for lunch.

They both sat across from each other and ate silently.

Arielle heard Henrick sigh and put his utensil down as he stared at the seat Cindy used to occupy.

They had been married for ten years, so it was normal for Henrick to miss her.

Taking note of everything, Arielle waited for the right moment to ask, "Dad, are you free this afternoon? Should we go visit Aunt Cindy?"

Her words struck a chord with Henrick.

He hesitated, and Arielle promptly satisfied his vanity by adding, "Though Aunt Cindy humiliated you, she's still your wife. A married couple should communicate often. For now, the most important thing is to treat Aunt Cindy's condition. Let's pay her a visit. Perhaps she has recovered?"

Henrick nodded. "I'm free in the afternoon. Let's visit her a little later."

Arielle grinned and shot him a nod.

Cindy had most probably come back to her senses now, so she was curious about how Cindy would react upon seeing her.

I'm the last person she wants to see after she revealed that important secret to me.

She rose to her feet and went upstairs to dress up for the visit. After dressing up glamorously, she went downstairs and followed Henrick to the psychiatric hospital.

Today, Henrick drove to the psychiatric hospital himself as he didn't want anyone else to know Cindy was currently hospitalized there.

It was stressful for Arielle to be in the same vehicle as him, so she wound down the window and rested her chin on it to take a breather.

Henrick smiled and told her, "You're still the same."

As Arielle arched her brow, Henrick continued, "When you were young, you loved resting your chin on the window. Then after I told you a story about a naughty kid who stuck his head out and got hit by a car in the opposite lane, you took the hint and no longer stuck your head out."

He glanced at her regretfully. "But you don't remember your past."

Arielle mumbled in agreement and Henrick went on, "Don't you remember anything about your past?"

A look of caution flashed across Arielle's eyes.

If Henrick said it once, perhaps he felt regretful. Since he repeated the same thing twice, it meant that he was sounding me out! Looks like he's still wary of me. What a paranoid man. Turning at her shoulder, Arielle put on a mournful and contrite look.

She shook her head and replied, "No. I want my memory back, but I can't remember anything. I don't even remember what Mom looked like. I had to replace Mom's photo on the internet. Dad, do you have a photo

of her?"

Henrick's grip on the steering wheel tightened. He let out a dry cough before answering, "No. Your mom didn't like taking photos. Besides, we didn't have camera phones back then. The only photo left of her is the portrait used at her funeral."