Chapter 7
Classic line.
Even with amnesia, I knew that suspicion
meant there was something fishy.
I knew myself well enough. I wouldn’t unjustly
accuse anyone.
I pulled away. “Are we that close?”
We stood there. Bailey chimed in.
“Senior Lin, please don’t argue with Garrett
anymore. It’s all my fault.”
She looked pitiful. “Senior Lin, please don’t
blame Garrett anymore.”
I smirked.
“Of course, it’s your fault.”
Bailey’s smile froze.
“But you’re not very good at it. It’s my fault
for being so gullible.”
I glanced at Garrett. “Garrett, please excuse
- us. I need to go home to eat dinner with my
fiancé.”
Garrett focused on a bizarre detail. “You live
together?”
く
He looked incredulous.
I raised an eyebrow. “We’re getting married
next month. What’s so strange about living
together?”
Garrett gritted his teeth, reaching for my arm.
“Let’s talk somewhere private.”
My medical report slipped from my hand.
It fell at Garrett’s feet.
He picked it up, his expression freezing.
After a long moment, he looked up, stunned.
“Lin Raina, what is this?”
“Amnesia?”
He looked at the report, word for word. He
seemed to want to stare a hole through it.
“This is impossible. How could you…”
His voice trailed off. The report couldn’t be
faked.
I stopped pretending.
“Yes, I have amnesia. I don’t recognize you.”
“Give me back the report. I’m going home.”
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He hid the report behind his back.
“If you have amnesia, why did you agree to
marry Quincy?”
“Because I remember Quincy.”
“You remember Quincy, but not me?”
His face darkened. “Lin Raina, do you think I’ll
believe that?”
I scoffed. “Believe what you want. I don’t need
the report.”
I left. I heard Bailey’s voice.
“Garrett, when are we going home?”
Garrett snapped. “We didn’t come together,
use your legs!”
Then, he called out to my back, “Lin Raina, I’ll
check if that report is real. Don’t try to trick
me.”
I rolled my eyes.
Days later, I saw a strange car outside my
company.
Garrett got out, looking serious.
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“You really have amnesia?”
I frowned slightly. “What’s it to you?”
He didn’t notice my resistance.
“Come with me.”
He reached for my hand.
I dodged his hand. “Why should I go with
you?”
“That place might help you regain your
memory.”
