Maisie got out of the car, stood in the yard, and realized that weeds had been growing all over the flower
beds in the courtyard.
The door lock had fingerprint access set on it. She stepped into the living room after unlocking the door
with her fingerprint. All the furniture was covered with a dustproof cloth, and the walls and chandeliers all
looked brand new.
Nolan’s phone call came through at this time, and she picked it up. “You seem very free, huh, Mr.
Goldmann?”
“Where are you?”
Maisie opened the French window’s sash.” Take a guess.”
Nolan smirked as he stepped into the courtyard. “Do you really want me to guess?”
Maisie stood in the backyard, staring at the seascape in the distance. “You’re so smart. You should be
able to guess it.”
He snorted.
Maisie was astonished when she heard the physical footsteps that came through the call, and they were
very clear.
A silhouette overshadowed her head silently, and a slender, tall figure of a man was reflected in the
windowpane.
The next second, a familiar Gucci cologne permeated her nostrils-it smelled gentle and faint. “Will I win a
prize if I guess it correctly?” Maisie turned around instantly, and Nolan was standing right in front of her,
speaking on the phone and glancing downward at her.
She put the phone down and was stunned for three seconds. “Are you following me?”
Nolan rested his fingertips on her chest.” This is known as the consonance that we share.”
She stopped him and raised her eyebrows.” I don’t believe in your nonsense.”
She then turned around and walked away.
Nolan squinted slightly and froze in place for a moment. After recovering from the trance, he walked into
the house and watched as she removed all the dustproof cloth. “Someone wanted to buy this villa three
years ago.” Maisie’s action paused for a split second. His lips move slightly. “I couldn’t make up my mind
to sell it.” She chuckled. “Why?”
Nolan stopped in front of her, looking indifferent yet gentle, and put on a solemn yet smiling expression.
“Because this villa contains the memories that we share.”
Maisie frowned slightly.
‘Why does this sound a little wrong?’ Nolan leaned over and approached her as a fiery glow sparked in
his deep amber pupils. “The living room, the rooms upstairs, and the kitchen, we share quite a number of
pleasant memories in these areas. I often stayed here for a long time when you were not here, thinking
about them…”
Maisie quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth, preventing him from speaking, while her cheeks
became extremely warm. “You… You ‘ve just regained your memories, and all you think about are such
filthy things!?”
Nolan kissed her palm and had his eyes fixed on her. “Weren’t I thinking about the exact same things
when I was amnesiac?”
Nolan grasped Maisie’s withdrawn hand, took her into his arms, and kissed her temples. “Did you lure
me here because you plan to relive those moments with me?”
“I didn’t lure you here…”
‘Sure enough, I’m being led by the nose again as soon as this fella regained his memories!’
Nolan placed her on the couch and leaned toward her, and all she could do was lean backward.
He kissed her lips and guided her hands to unbutton his shirt while doing the same to her until they were
both butt naked.
The blurry figures reflected in the windowpane rocked, and Maisie could not even speak throughout the
whole process.
Her consciousness was trapped in turmoil and was overwhelmed by his scorching lust. It felt like she had
relived all those moments from three years ago in a trance.
The people partying in Glitz Club were indulging themselves in revelry and debauchery. The lights
flashing in the club were mainly blue. The dancers on the stage performed with everything they had.
They twisted their hips and looked seductive and captivating. The guests under the stage drank and
enjoyed themselves to the fullest.
Katrina was in a private room, drinking with her guests and attending to their needs. She snuggled in the
arms of a rich man and drank anything that was handed to her in wine glasses. With less than half of the
liquor left in the glass, she wrapped her arms coquettishly around the man’s arm and said, “Mr. Zhivkov,
I’m not very good with drinking. You’ll have to take up the responsibility of taking care of me if I get drunk
in your arms.” Mr. Zhivkov liked her charm and delicacy very much. He was fascinated by her and placed
his arms around her waist. “I’ll be more than happy to take care of you if you can get drunk in my arms.”
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