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As I thought about it, I turned around and looked at Marcus next to me.
As compared to the indifferent man from before, Marcus, who was gentle and kind, seemed to be the
perfect candidate for me to spend the rest of my life with.
After a moment, Marcus opened his mouth, feeling awkward under my stare. He asked, “Why are you
looking at me?”
I shrugged and replied with a smile, “It’s nothing. I just think you’re a reliable man.”
Marcus’s eyes flickered at my compliment. He seemed surprised by the compliment that had come out of
nowhere. “I see…”
…
We soon pulled over in front of the gate of the White residence.
“We’re home.” After Marcus made sure the car was switch off, he leaned over to unfasten the seatbelt on
my behalf.
I subconsciously inched away from him, not used to such an overly intimate interaction. “I can unfasten it
myself.”
Marcus stared at me wide-eyed before returning to his seat. “O-Okay…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlthough I was against the idea of being overly intimate with the man, I couldn’t help but remind myself
that he was the one who loved me wholeheartedly and stayed with me through thick and thin.
The conflicting thoughts in my mind almost drove me nuts. I sprinted out of the car and stood at the
entrance, trying to catch my breath.
It had been a fortnight since I regained consciousness. Apart from our last intimate interaction in the
hospital, I couldn’t get used to it anymore after returning to my senses.
The feeling had morphed into an instinctive response to the extent I couldn’t stand him anywhere near
me. I couldn’t possibly lie to myself and force myself into submission.
“Have you recalled anything?”
Marcus’ question snapped me out of my train of thoughts.
When I turned around, I noticed that he had moved to come right next to me.
I shrugged my shoulders and replied with a self-deprecating smirk, “Nah, my mind is still completely
blank.”
Unbothered by my response, he showed me the way into the house. “It’s fine. Let’s take it one step at a
time.”
The villa had a retro theme and was furnished with all sorts of retrospective items. A majority of the
house’s furniture was made out of wood. A phonograph could be seen in the middle of the living room,
giving the entire house a touch of the olden days.
Marcus showed me the way to a spacious room on the first floor. In the room sat a huge window with a
wound-up curtain that allowed the entire room to be illuminated with sunlight.
It felt great to be in the room with such a comfortable setting, but when I saw the spacious bed in the
middle of the room, I felt myself grow stupefied again.
Though I was glad to be away from the ward full of the lingering scent of antiseptic, I was beginning to
feel afraid of the intimate session between Marcus and I that was about to come.
Marcus seemed to be aware of my concerns. He quickly stated, “I’ll be staying right next door. Call me if
you need anything. We’ll talk about everything else once you have gotten used to living here.”
I immediately felt a sense of relief and grew even fonder of the detail-oriented man.
Smiling, I replied, “Okay.”
Marcus responded in a similar manner and retrieved a remote control from a nearby cabinet. Pointing at
the LED television, he asked, “Do you remember this?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEmbarrassed by his question, I asked, “Isn’t this an ordinary television…”
I had merely lost my memories, not my mind. Therefore, I could still tell a television apart from other
things.
Marcus chuckled and stated, “I’m just fooling around to see if you’re still sane.”
Soon, he switched on the television and started browsing through different channels.
When he browsed through a financial news channel, the news anchor announced, “Mr. Fuller from Fuller
Corporation…”
He was about to browse another channel, yet he stopped and turned around, looking at me dead in the
eyes.
The news was about the charity auction Ashton had taken part in. The man in a checkered suit carried
himself in a confidential manner that made him seemed superior to others.
Marcus must have stopped browsing through the channels available because I had my eyes glued to the
television. He looked at the television and asked, “Shouldn’t you be interested in the legal channels
instead?”
“Why?” I asked without a second thought. When I recalled something, I added, “I saw this man when we
were at the junction on our way back from the hospital. His car was right next to ours.”
As soon as I recalled Ashton’s intimidating gaze, I felt a chill running down my spine, yet I couldn’t move
my eyes away from the television.
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