Summary of Chapter 453 The Psychotherapy from Farewell To My Endless Love
Chapter 453 The Psychotherapy marks a crucial moment in MacXimi’s Romance novel, Farewell To My Endless Love. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.
Charles' POV:
When I left the meeting room, I received a call from Samantha.
She gave me her business card the last time we met, and I called her later after some hesitation.
She was indeed one of the most excellent psychotherapists in the country. Her voice was as soft as a feather.
Talking to her made me feel relaxed and it alleviated my headache.
"Charles, is it convenient for you to talk now?"
"Yup. What's up?"
"The Caroline Wilson you mentioned to me last time just contacted me today, and she said that she's coming to my clinic tonight. Would you like to come too?" asked Samantha.
I couldn't believe what I just heard. "Wait... Caroline agreed to receive treatment from you?" I asked back.
'Caroline actually went with my suggestion?'
The thought alone was enough to make me happy.
"I don't think I should go."
Though it pained me to admit it, I knew Caroline wouldn't want to see me.
"Charles, I know how much you care about Caroline. If you want to come, you can wait in the room next door," Samantha responded.
Her suggestion was quite considerate.
And to be honest, it left me no reason to refuse. After I agreed to her suggestion, I hung up the phone.
Then, I finished my work early and left the company.
Soon, I arrived at Samantha's clinic before seven o'clock.
The person who received me was her assistant.
"Hello, sir. Are you Mr. Moore? My name is Doris, Dr. Hoffman's assistant. She has something urgent to deal with, so she asked me to take you in there for the time being."
I nodded and followed Doris into a consulting room.
Moments later, the door was opened again.
This time, it was Samantha.
"Is Caroline here?" I asked her.
Samantha approached me and replied, "Don't worry. Caroline will be coming here later."
I nodded in response.
"You don't seem to be in good condition. You haven't been resting properly lately, have you?" she asked.
I glanced at my watch and didn't respond to the question.
"How about I check on you first? Charles, if you can't take good care of yourself, how are you ever going to take care of Caroline?"
Her words left me stunned.
I had been taking lots of medicine nowadays because I had been upset these past few days. However, none of them worked.
If things were to go on like this, my health would eventually dwindle.
"Understood," I replied with a nod.
"Lie down on that deck chair." Having said that, Samantha turned around and played some light music.
Slowly, I closed my eyes and tried to relax myself.
"Tell me, Charles, what's been bothering you lately?"
The sound of Samantha's voice was pleasant to hear, but I was immersed in painful, depressing memories.
"I want to get Caroline back, but she has deeply-rooted misconstrued notions of me and she refuses to give me a chance."
Every word that came out of my mouth was a blow to my heart.
No matter what method I tried, Caroline would ruthlessly reject my advances.
Her tough attitude towards me had made me restless.
"Maybe I can help you mend your relationship with Caroline," Samantha replied.
"Seriously?" I opened my eyes, and sat up, staring into her eyes.
"Of course, Charles. Have faith in my abilities as a professional!" Samantha answered confidently.
"But under one condition; you have to come to my clinic for a session once a week."
Only my family and friends believed me, while others didn't care enough to listen to my explanations.
Samantha held my hand and helped me lie down on the deck chair.
When I heard the soft music playing, my tense body gradually relaxed.
"Caroline, can you tell me how you've been doing
recently?" asked Samantha.
I clenched my fists and answered cautiously, "Sleepless and anxious."
However, the reality was far worse than I had described.
Every night, when I closed my eyes, I would see Susan.
I couldn't turn off the lights and fall asleep. Each time I was amidst a dark environment, the smell of blood would waft into my nose and it would become difficult for me to breathe.
Samantha patted my hand again. "Caroline, you're too tense. That's not going to help you. Take a deep breath with me, and fully reflect on your feelings."
I took a deep breath and slowly closed my eyes.
"Bang!"
Gunshots and hurried footsteps came to my mind.
"Eek!"
I screamed and sat up, covering my ears. "I didn't kill her! It wasn't me!"
"Caroline, calm down. I know you're innocent. I believe you," Samantha remarked, trying to pull my hands down.
"No! Everyone suspects that I did it. I'm not the murderer. I didn't kill Susan," I retorted.
"What happened? Caroline, it's okay. I'm here."
A familiar male voice reached my ears. And soon, I was held in his warm embrace.
I raised my head and saw his face, leaving me stunned for a moment.
"Don't be scared, Caroline. I'll take you home," Charles said, wanting to pick me up.
I pushed him away and asked, "What are you doing here?"
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