Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1179

A few minutes passed before the doorbell rang. Emmy opened the door to find John, both hands full with snacks, fruit, and a couple bottles of sparkling wine.

“Hey, Lin.” He smiled, bright and easy, his blue eyes twinkling. “I figured we’d end up talking about the project, so I brought a little extra.”

Harlene was sitting cross-legged on the rug, fiddling with her tablet. She glanced up, grinning, and let out a teasing whistle. “Wow. When you came to my place, you wouldn’t even buy me a coffee. Now, for Lin, you practically emptied the supermarket. Should I be jealous?”

John laughed as he set everything down on the coffee table. “I knew you’d be here too, so I brought enough for everyone.”

“Oh, you’re too kind.” Harlene grabbed a bag of chips, tore it open, and started crunching away.

John shrugged off his jacket and joined them by the small table. Harlene slid her tablet over to him. “Check this out.”

On the screen was a complicated 3D image of brain neurons, the hippocampus marked in red. Harlene tapped a shadowy spot, her voice turning serious. “See the leftover neurotransmitter data and those odd synaptic blocks? Doesn’t it remind you of ‘Mandala Type Three’ from those classified case studies?”

John leaned in, his expression tightening after just a quick look. He drew a slow breath. “If it’s that kind of blocker, the damage to the cortex can’t be reversed. It’s like pouring acid on a circuit board. In bad cases, someone could end up with the mind of a child, or even slip into a coma.”

Sitting beside them, Emmy felt her heart skip. Harlene noticed and reached over, giving her arm a gentle pat. “Hey, don’t worry.”

“The one good thing in all this is that whoever gave you the injection and whoever treated you after really protected your brain’s neural network.”

John nodded. “Yeah, the main structure of your hippocampus is still there. That means your memories aren’t gone, they’re just locked up tight.”

The two of them dove straight into a deep discussion, tossing out complicated, technical words.

“Synaptic plasticity…”

“Long-term potentiation…”

“Permeability of the blood-brain barrier…”

Emmy sat quietly, watching these two brilliant minds puzzle over her case. She felt a wave of warmth, realizing she wasn’t in this alone anymore.

“And I noticed you’ve been running every day these past few months. Did someone also tell you that staying active, boosting your metabolism, and stimulating the hippocampus could help you recover faster?”

Emmy nodded. “That’s right. They did.”

John suddenly broke into a smile. “Regular exercise is good, and it helps your brain heal itself over time. But honestly, it’s way too slow.”

“Have you ever tried extreme sports?”

Emmy looked surprised. “I have, but not much.”

Harlene pulled up a new chart on her tablet, showing peaks in dopamine and adrenaline and how the brain lights up. She pointed it out for Emmy.

“Our brains are pretty incredible. When you’re in real danger or super hyped, adrenaline shoots up fast. That jolt acts like a flood, blasting through the neural circuits. If the stimulation is strong enough, it can get around the drug’s block and wake up those sleeping synapses.”

She looked at Emmy and smiled. “It’s called stress-induced memory retrieval.”