Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1833

Realizing that Carter had come prepared, Shirley felt slightly nervous.

She knew better than anyone the power of Carter’s hypnosis.

Sometimes, he did not even require any props; he could manipulate a person’s emotions with just a look, causing the person to unwittingly lose himself in his territory.

Carter vaguely caught a hint of hesitation in Shirley’s eyes.

The corners of his mouth faintly turned up as he brought his deep, dark eyes closer to Shirley and stared at her.

“Shirley, if you really aren’t lying, then look into my eyes earnestly now.”

The tone of Carter’s voice had suddenly become as gentle as a spring breeze.

It was a type of gentle feeling that could make people unwittingly let go of their emotions and gradually allow their imaginations to enter a state of relaxation and comfort.

Shirley, who seemed to sense that Carter was attempting to hypnotize her, intuitively turned her face to avoid Carter’s eyes, but he held her chin tightly.

He forced her to look into his eyes. “Shirley, look at me.”

Carter demanded as the warmth of his every breath caressed Shirley’s face.

In what seemed to be a blink of an eye, Shirley’s eyes began to feel tired, losing the focus they had, merely staring blankly into Carter’s eyes.

Carter knew that Shirley had entered a shallow hypnotic trance which was already sufficient for his questioning.

When he was about to begin asking, Carter hesitated again.

What would he do if the answer was a yes?

In his mind, Shirley was indifferent to him because of her disfigurement and disability; he imagined that she did love him.

What if, however, the answer was not as he had expected?

No.

The answer would be exactly as he had envisioned.

She must have pretended not to love him because she was disfigured and disabled.