“I suppose I’ve been remembering quite a few things these past few days. When someone loses their memories, they can end up living like a shell of themselves,” Joseph replied with a faint smile.“And you’ve become even more charming. You were always charming, but now, with that confidence, you’re even more alluring,” Heidi continued, speaking between bites of her meal.“Charming? I’ve never thought of myself as particularly charming,” Joseph chuckled, shaking his head.“I don’t care what you think. I care about what I think. And I think you’re a man of charm,” Heidi said, one hand holding her chopsticks, the other propping up her chin. She bit lightly on her lip, her gaze fixed intently on him, her posture and demeanor as seductive as they come.Joseph felt a sudden wave of discomfort under her gaze, his face flushing with embarrassment.“Uh… your makeup’s all smudged from crying. You should wipe it off,” Joseph said awkwardly, trying to break the tension. He grabbed a tissue from the

“Brother-in-law, how about this? Since my sister doesn’t want you anymore, why don’t I marry you instead?” Heidi suddenly suggested, her eyes twinkling with a spark of mischief.“What nonsense are you talking about? You’re only eighteen! Stop messing around. Your parents would kill you,” Joseph was so startled by her words that he nearly choked on his food.“I’m serious, brother-in-law. That way, we’d be family again. And I could listen to your nagging for the rest of my life. Of course, if you don’t want to live with my sister and my parents, we can move out and live on our own. They’re pretty annoying anyway,” Heidi said earnestly, her face full of sincerity.Joseph looked at her, then reached out and gave her a gentle but firm tap on the head.“Ow! What was that for?” Heidi exclaimed, rubbing her head.“To knock some sense into you. Stop thinking such crazy thoughts,” Joseph said casually.“I’m not joking, brother-in-law. You know that Grandpa was the one who arranged your marriage

“Mr. Wilson, I’ll take you to handle the rest of your onboarding paperwork,” Brady said after glancing through the contract.“Alright, but give me a few minutes. I need to use the restroom first,” Joseph said, standing up.“Of course, Mr. Wilson. I’ll wait for you here,” Brady replied, adjusting his black-rimmed glasses.Joseph nodded and left the room.After Joseph left, Brady looked once more at his signature on the contract. “This handwriting... I’ve seen it somewhere before.”“That wouldn’t surprise me,” Harris said, taking a sip of water. “Maybe you saw it earlier today. Think back—you might remember where.”“Earlier today?” Brady frowned, deep in thought. He pondered for a while before a flash of realization crossed his face.“I’ve got it! The notice board by the west gate, in the Mathematics Department. This morning, someone posted a manuscript there—a new proof for Stokes’ Theorem. It’s caused quite a stir in the department. Everyone’s been speculating about who wrote it.”“So

“Because the ratios were lost, I can’t be sure whether the measurements on this prescription are correct,” Mr. Barrett explained, clearly intrigued.“Well, my doctor friend gave it to me, so I’m sure it’s trustworthy, right?” Heidi blinked, a bit uncertain.“I can tell from reading this prescription that the person who wrote it really cares about you. He must be someone you trust deeply, someone very close to you,” Old Mr. Barrett said, smiling as he glanced at the paper again.“Huh? How can you tell that?” Heidi asked, her curiosity piqued.“This prescription will brew into a slightly bitter decoction, but not unbearably so. However, the person who wrote it added a large number of auxiliary ingredients to improve the taste.”“Following this prescription, the medicine will taste sweet, with a pleasant fragrance. Not only will it regulate your body, but it will also aid digestion and soothe the stomach.”“Whoever wrote this clearly knows your palate well. I’m guessing you can’t stand b

“Mr. Wilson, over here, please. This is Professor Patricia Roberts, one of our deputy heads,” Brady said, guiding Joseph to the front and introducing him.“Professor Roberts, this is Mr. Joseph Wilson, our newest faculty member,” Brady continued.Professor Roberts was an elderly woman in her sixties or seventies, slightly plump but dressed elegantly. She had a warm and approachable demeanor, and when she saw Joseph, she stood up and extended her hand.“Mr. Wilson, it’s a pleasure. The principal has already told me about you. You’re quite impressive for someone so young—you might be the youngest professor in the history of our university. Welcome,” she said with a kind smile.“Thank you, Professor Roberts. It’s an honor to meet you,” Joseph replied with a polite smile, shaking her hand.“You’ve already met Professor Abel Jimenez,” Brady added, introducing the other deputy head.“Welcome again, young man,” Jimenez said warmly as he stood up and gave Joseph a firm handshake, grinning fro