Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband
Chapter 1182 - Chapter 1182 Chapter 1180 Lost Memory

Chapter 1182: Chapter 1180: Lost Memory Chapter 1182: Chapter 1180: Lost Memory Mortimer slightly raised his eyes and heard another voice near his ears: “Black Tide, don’t go near that person. I’ve heard he’s irritable and no one wants to be friends with him.”

“He looks scary. Would he hit people? Black Tide, come here and don’t talk to him.”

After listening to these words, the little girl in the dream didn’t leave and still stood behind him, patiently saying: “Trust me, you really got this part wrong. Just modify it.”

At that time, Mortimer didn’t know why, but he didn’t refuse the girl’s suggestion and made the modifications as she suggested.

Caleb Mamet knew that all this was just a dream. Before getting married, he had never met Xaviera Evans. They had only communicated online, and there had never been a scene where Xaviera guided him to modify the code in person. But the scene before him seemed as real as if it had happened.

He tried hard to wake up, but he seemed to be trapped in a cage, his body floating in the air, watching the scenes of Mortimer and Black Tide from long ago.

There were no such scenes in Caleb Mamet’s memory, and he couldn’t understand why he was dreaming of them. Could it be that his subconscious thought that meeting Xaviera ten years ago had made his life splendid, no longer dark and gloomy?

At this moment, the young Mortimer lowered his head, his eyes focused on the computer screen, and his slender fingers tapped the keyboard quickly. Black Tide leaned on the sofa behind him, pointed to the code on the screen, and said, “You’re amazing! You can solve this difficult problem. Can you teach me?”

As Mortimer was about to explain, his gaze suddenly focused on her hand. This pair of hands looked very inconsistent with her appearance.

Black Tide was only ten years old. Although she was young and innocent, it was apparent she would grow into a beautiful woman. Her delicate features and sweet voice made her petite, cute, and well-behaved. Many boys would show her kindness. But this girl, who seemed like a princess, had terrifying scars on her hands.

Black Tide could join the hacker league at the age of ten, indicating that she was talented and had ample time to practice. But her hands had knife wounds, round scars, and burn marks. It was hard to imagine why a ten-year-old girl would have so many scars on her hands.

He thought he was the only exception, barely surviving in that woman’s hands, learning hacking skills secretly to escape the control of the Mamet family someday. Now, looking at the little girl’s hands, he realized that her life was not glamorous either.

Mortimer hesitated for a few seconds, then turned his face away and patiently began to explain. Hearing his explanation, Black Tide looked at him adoringly, “So that’s how it is! You’re really smart!”

The sixteen-year-old Mortimer’s heart had hardened like a rock, indifferent to the girl’s praise.

When Mortimer finished explaining, Black Tide took a brand new laptop from her backpack. This laptop was newly released, expensive, and seemed to be limited edition. An ordinary family couldn’t afford it.

Perhaps it was because his gaze lingered for a moment, but Black Tide noticed his attention and smiled proudly, “Does my laptop look good? My grandfather gave it to me!”

From her eyes, one could see she was very happy, having a grandfather who adored her and supported her learning hacking skills. It seemed that she should be living a wealthy life, but why did her hands look like that…?

“Actually, I’ll tell you a secret. My grandfather and I are not related by blood.” Black Tide’s tone was indifferent. “But he took me in and treated me very well. He knew I liked playing with codes recently, so he bought me a new laptop. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know hacking skills, so he sent me here to learn.”

Hearing the girl’s somewhat regretful words, his cold heart seemed to melt a little, and he couldn’t help but speak: “I’ll teach you.”

Black Tide was slightly surprised and finally showed a soft and sweet smile. “Alright!”

Caleb Mamet swallowed, feeling that the scene before him was terrifyingly real. The girl in front of him was a mini-version of Xaviera Evans, who already liked playing weak back then.

Even though the dream felt real, there was not a trace of it in his memory. Xaviera becoming his junior fellow disciple was because…

There seemed to be a gap in Caleb Mamet’s memory, and he couldn’t remember how Black Tide had become his junior fellow disciple. All he remembered was that later, everyone knew about their relationship, and they addressed each other as fellow disciples for ten years.

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