When I Got My Senses Back

Chapter VII: Surprise! I'm More Than Just A Rich Family's Son—I Can Cure Your Insomnia! (3)

Christine had always remembered the foolish things Reginald used to do for her when he was still a silly little fool trying to win her over.

The most ridiculous? He once snuck off with paint and secretly made a portrait of her. That day, she was genuinely stunned—who knew that loser actually had some artistic talent? But the moment she got over the surprise, she tossed the painting straight into the trash. She didn’t want any ties to him. None.

She remembered it all clearly: him kneeling in front of her, clutching her silk-stocking-covered leg like a dog begging for scraps.

“M-Miss Christine… please… play with me… be my best… friend…”

Back to the present, she looked at the man in front of her who is no longer that same fool. Not completely as the doctor said. “Even if you cured my insomnia, I could never like you. You disgust me.”

A strange depth flickered in Reginald’s eyes. His reply was calm, almost indifferent. “Lady, I don’t need your affection. It’s not Bitcoin, people aren’t exactly fighting over it.”

The line made Christine’s eyes narrow instantly.

She stared at the faint, mocking curve of Reginald’s lips. Was he taunting her? But he was living under her roof, would he really dare speak to her like that? Or… was she just imagining it?

She frowned. Her mind couldn’t help but drift to that night, the one when someone drugged them both. Could it be… he wasn’t trying to please her at all, just looking for another excuse to take advantage of her?

“Hah. Even less of a chance now.”

Reginald frowned as well. “What nonsense are you saying now? Look, there’s just one thing I’ll need from you in the future. When the time comes, whatever I ask, you can’t say no.”

His expression was dead serious. He was not joking in the slightest.

In truth, before he became the fool, he’d had a fiancée, Eloise Peyton, who was the mayor’s daughter. Back then, he was still in university, and Eloise had been studying abroad at a business school. He’d made her a promise: once she graduated, he’d secure her a multimillion-dollar deal with all the family connections he could get.

But eleven years had passed. He didn’t even know if she was doing well, or if she hated him now. Then again, how much of what a businessman says is ever sincere? Maybe she must have not believed his words. After all those were words said out of the mouth of a 19 year old.

This time, he’d leverage the Alexander family’s influence to help Eloise, his real fiancée, get what she deserved. As for his own affairs, he just needed to reconnect with the secretary his father had arranged for him long ago.

Christine looked at this deeply calculating man in front of her and let out a cold laugh.

What kind of deal was this? Cure her insomnia, then demand anything in return? What a joke. This idiot still thought he could trap her?

“I can agree, but I have three conditions. First, whatever you want must not involve me. Second, it can’t harm your brother Garrett. Third, you can’t leave the Alexander family.”

Reginald paused. Didn’t she always despise him? So why didn’t she want him to leave now? What was she up to?

He didn’t press on though.

His eyes flicked to Garrett, who was standing nearby in a bathrobe. His tone was flat when he replied. “Fine. But the treatment has to be done in private. No one else is allowed in the room.”

That was a clear signal for Garrett to get lost.

Garrett raised his hands innocently, frowning with concern. “I won’t make a sound. I just care about Christine. I’ve always looked out for her, ever since we were kids.”

Reginald yawned and rolled his eyes internally. Childhood friends, huh? Then why aren’t you two married already? What a waste of time. He couldn’t be bothered to beat around the bush.

“If you really cared about her, you’d stop wasting time trying to compete.”

Garrett blinked, confused and hurt.

“Reggie, how could you say that? I truly care about her…”

Christine felt the exhaustion creep in. She’d seen this pitiful side of Garrett too many times. It didn’t move her anymore, it just made her tired. “Garrett, go get some rest.”

Once she spoke, Garrett couldn’t stay any longer or say anything any longer too. He left reluctantly, throwing her one last glance full of concern and longing.

“Hell of a performance,” Reginald muttered, rolling his eyes with zero effort to hide it. He slammed the door shut behind him.

The room filled with the scent of calming incense. Candles flickered. The lights were turned off. Reginald sat at the edge of the bed, holding a glass of water.

As he leaned in, Christine suddenly grabbed his collar and hissed coldly, “If this little stunt of yours doesn’t work, Reginald Belmont, you’d better be ready to pay the price.”

He ignored the threat, brushed her hand away, and held the glass to her lips. “Don’t talk. Focus on the scent of the tea instead.”

“Tea, my ass. I just saw you twist the cap off a regular water bottle,” she sneered.

This woman!!!! Why is she just so impossible to please? He was seconds away from swearing out loud. Sure, she was a queen bee, but he wasn’t some soft little lamb. He wasn’t Garrett.

“If I say it’s tea, it’s tea. Don’t want to sleep tonight? Fine, just die with your eyes wide open then.”

Christine: “…”

A few minutes passed. Christine was lying on the bed, looking serious, but clearly not even close to falling asleep.

“Reginald, this….”

Before she could finish, a long, slender finger gently pressed against her lips.

“Shhh,” Reginald whispered. His voice carried a quiet authority for the first time, a kind of irresistible command when he said, “Drink.”

In that moment, his tone shifted. It was like he’d become someone else who was calm, deliberate, and strangely mesmerizing.

“Christine Alexander… are you starting to feel sleepy?”

She shot him a glare, her lips curling into a mocking smile.

You’ve got to be kidding. Was she actually hoping this idiot could help her sleep? She was just about to slap him when a faint, strange scent drifted into her nose…

And then, suddenly, her eyelids started to feel… heavy. Just like the fool had said!