His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

82 I Will Marry You!

Frade looked at me as if I were a stranger. I was at a loss. Our eyes met. I could no longer see the familiar look in his eyes, the burning flame gone.

"Don't you remember me?" I found my voice as soft as a breeze. My heart was in my throat, and his answer would be the key to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you."

His answer made my heart drop to the bottom in an instant, and I felt pain. I looked at him quietly, silent tears in my eyes. He was at a loss. Perhaps he had never thought of the harm that the answer would do to me. He was like a passer-by who happened to meet a sad girl who was squatting on the side of the road and crying. The only mercy he could offer was to hand the girl a tissue and turn away.

Because she and he are strangers after all.

At this time, the light in the room came on. The white light passed behind him, his tall body blocking the light in front of me. At that moment, I saw his face again. I know he has forgotten me.

"Boss!" Mark trotted over from the doorway and looked at Frade in shock. It took him a while to come to his senses.

"I can't believe it. It's so good to see you awake," said Mark, his eyes red with excitement. "It's a miracle!"

"Mark?" Frade called out the name of his man.

"Yes, it's me." Mark took Frade's hand. "I think I should get a doctor."

I wonder why he remembers Mark but not me? What the hell is going on?

Soon Mark called the doctor, who was shocked to see Frade's face. But the doctor decided to give Frade a full exam. He had the nurses kick me and Mark out of the room. Mark and I had to stand outside the room, waiting.

Mark paced up and down the hallway, and for every minute I waited, I felt like I was on fire. After about an hour, the doctor finally came out of the ward.

"Doctor, how is my boss?" Mark asked before he could ask.

"Fortunately, the patient has regained consciousness, but there is bad news," the doctor said, before pausing.

"What's bad news?" Mark asked.

I listened quietly. Perhaps the doctor's bad news was the same as my fear.

"The patient has lost part of his memory," the doctor said in a low voice. "The lost memory is hard to get back. You have to be prepared for that."

"At least he'll remember who he is, right?" Mark asked.

"Yes, he just lost part of his memory. That doesn't mean he lost all of his memory," the Doctor said. "As for whether he will remember anything in the future, I can't guarantee that."

Then a female nurse in a pink uniform came out of the ward and said to the doctor.

"The patient asked to see someone. Can we agree to his request?"

The doctor nodded at her. "Who does he want to see?"

I looked at the nurse expectantly. Did he think of me? However, the nurse's answer made me extremely disappointed.

"Mark," the nurse said.

Soon Mark walked into the room and I had to stay outside. I wish I could have followed him in to see Frade. But how do I introduce myself? His lover, or his friend?

What if... What if he does forget me? I continued to wait outside the ward, distraught. The glass windows of the ward were covered with curtains by the nurses. I couldn't see anything clearly inside. My eyes were fixed on the direction of the door. I wish it was Frade who came out later. I want him to hug me and whisper my name in my ear.

Then the door of the ward opened and Mark went out. He looked at me with a complicated expression. I suddenly felt a strange tension, as if something bad was going to happen.

"Let's talk outside." Mark came up to me. "The boss is asleep. I don't want to disturb him."

I followed Mark nervously as he led me to the hospital garden. He stood in front of me and kept five paces away from me. Mark's sudden indifference made me sad, and I thought of the night I met him at Frade's manor, where he was trying to persuade me to leave. And tonight's situation is almost exactly the same as that night.

"He doesn't remember you," Mark said. "He asked me who you were."

"And what did you tell him?" I asked.

"Nothing," Mark said. "I said I'd let her in if you wanted to know who she was, but Frade said no."

"Did he really say that?" I stared at Mark with tears in my eyes. I wanted to see if he was lying, but his face told me he was telling the truth.

"Frade cares more about the family than who you are," Mark whispered, "I told him about the current family situation and the return of his brother. He was very angry when he heard it. He vowed to take back control of the family from his brother when he was well enough. Eva, I know this is hard for you. But soon Frade will be in a power struggle with his brother. I don't want him to be distracted. Maybe it's not a bad thing for him to forget you. At least...... "

Mark paused for a few seconds. He looked at me and said, "At least he won't get hurt again for you."

Tears rolled down my cheeks. He really forgot me. My heart was broken into pieces, and I almost suffocated from the pain. I feel like my brain is dying from lack of oxygen.

"It's time to make a choice, Eva," he continued.

Yeah, I can't let him get hurt for me again. It's not fair to him. Now that he has forgotten me, I should choose to leave.

The wind dried my tears. My vision went from blurry to clear, and my consciousness, which had been drained, was gradually recovering. A broken heart can never recover. Then, let the heart that once beat for him be buried in the endless abyss.

"I promise he'll never remember me," I said with a sad smile. "Goodbye, Mark!"

Goodbye, Frade!

I left the hospital, but my heart was still aching. Where is the painkiller? I looked at the empty street, but only to see my lonely shadow under the dim street lamp. Maybe I know where to look for painkillers.

I went back to the hotel and when I opened the door I saw a tall, thin figure standing in front of the French windows. He turned to me in the darkness, his golden eyes burning like the fires of Hell.

"Have you seen him?" Daley said.

"Yes," I answered truthfully.

"I need your answer," he said.

"My answer is yes," I said calmly. "I will marry you!"

I'm going to Hell. I belong to the Devil!