Maisie leaned on Nolan with her arms around his neck. I’m trying to cheer you up now.”
Nolan sucked on the corner of her lip and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand. “Nof sincere enough.”
Maisie pulled his shirt down. “Petty man being jealous about me having dinner with my friends.
Nolan carried her, took a few steps, and put her down on the bed. “Are you ashamed of me?”
Her sanity disappeared. “No…
“You don’t want to show me to the world?”
Maisie paused, staring straight into his cold, amber eyes. She noticed at that moment that the Nolan
prememory loss was back.
Nolan took his hands back and stood up straight. “Do you really want to keep our relationship a secret?”
It wasn’t that he didn’t mind-he actually cared a lot. The people didn’t seem to know about their marriage.
He was the man behind her, a secret.
Maisie’s heart shuddered, and she kept her eyes on her, “Nolan, you”
“Maisie, you said you would tell me after I got my memory back, but if I never do, are we going to hide
this forever?”
Nolan was cool but reserved, while his eyes looked a little sad, stabbing Maisie in her heart. The pain
was raw.
Maisie knew that he had just lost his memories and wasn’t dumb. He didn’t know about their past that
outsiders had covered up and the things that she never wanted to speak about the outside world, but he
would be curious.
Nolan turned around, and Maisie grabbed his arm.” Nolan, our relationship was never a secret.”
Nolan’s body froze, but he didn’t turn around. Maisie tidied up her clothes and walked in front of him. “I
didn’t tell you because it would affect you. You might not want to know what happened three years ago.”
Nolan’s eyes stopped on her face, his lips pressed together.
Nolan remembered the psychotherapy session clearly. He could tell that this must be related to what had
happened three years ago-their divorce, and even the scene he saw during the psychotherapy…
Nolan couldn’t breathe.
Maisie hugged him. “Stop thinking, alright? Even if you could never remember, it would be fine. I love you
no matter if you have your memories or not.”
Nolan’s fingers shook while his lips lightly shuddered. “Zee, what… did you say?”
Maisie left his arms, looked at him, and smiled for a long time. “I said you’re Nolan with or without your
memories.’
Nolan pressed his lips together because she wouldn’t repeat it. He had heard her say that she would
love him no matter if he had his memories or not.
Maisie yawned. “I’m going to shower then sleep.”
Nolan was annoyed. “You’re going to leave me hanging?”
Maisie stopped in front of the bathroom, turned around, and smiled at him. “You wanted to stop, not that I
didn’t want to give you a chance. You’ve passed your station.”
Nolan was rendered speechless.
The night was dark, and the neon lights shone on the empty and quiet streets.
Kennedy brought food back later at night, but when he passed by one of the alleys, a few thugs
surrounded him. “You’re the person in charge of Soul?”
The man with red hair and a cigarette seemed to be their leader.
Kennedy frowned. If they knew that he worked at Soul, their target would be Soul.
Something came to his mind. “Did the owner of Passion Jewelry send you?” “Enough with the b*llsh*t.
We took the money, so we’ll be doing the work. You don’t need to care who sent us.’
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