After He Lost His Memory, He Loved Me Chapter 04
That night, Leo kept tossing and turning.
I poked his shoulder.
“What’s wrong? Something on your mind?”
In the dark, he felt around for my knee, lifted it, and put it over his waist.
“Got used to it. Can’t sleep without it.”
I said nothing.
We’d been married over half a year.
All I remembered was the three months he slept in the guest room.
The three months after that were a total blank.
I was curious.
I asked him, “Before you lost your memory, what was I like?”
“Everything I wanted.”
“So we slept in separate rooms for three months, and then you just suddenly liked me?”
“It was because—”
He stopped.
“Because you’re adorable.”
“I don’t believe you. Show me proof.”
He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and opened his camera roll.
We put our heads together and started scrolling.
After about five seconds of very NSFW audio, I gave him a look.
“Mind showing me something with clothes on?”
He scrolled.
We were in the study.
He was in the chair.
I was on his—wait. That’s not what I meant either!
After that, he showed me a bunch of photos of me.
I took the phone and scrolled through them.
Me eating.
Me with no makeup.
Me scrolling my phone.
Me lying in bed staring at the ceiling.
Me with a little cowlick in my hair.
And all of them—every single one—had one thing in common.
They were all taken from an angle where you could see the crown of my head.
So it was true.
Only Leo could pull off this “cute short girl” vibe.
He watched my face carefully.
“We had some photos together too. But they were on your old phone.
It got crushed in the accident. You forgot, so I never brought it up.”
“Oh. And the reason there were… supplies in the study was because you used to come find me when I was working…”
Stop. Right there.
I asked you for a trip down memory lane.
Not a trip down my lane.
I cleared my throat loudly.
“So when I came to bother you, you weren’t annoyed?”
“Why would I be annoyed? If you liked it, I liked it…”
In the dark, he kept stroking my face.
His breath was hot on my skin.
“Honey… sweetheart…”
My ears went hot.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I let him move me.
His wet hair was like underwater reeds, taking root in my bones.
I couldn’t run. I couldn’t hide.
His burning love poured into my marrow, filling up all the scars that had been carved so deep.
Right then.
Two people who were never supposed to fit got stuck in the same mud.
The next day at work, I got a message from reception.
“Miss Moore, a Miss Quinn is here to see you.”
Wow.
Coming to my office? That’s bold.
To avoid drama, I took her to the café downstairs.
She pulled out the photo right away.
“I heard you lost your memory. I can help you remember…”
“No thanks. Leo explained it.”
“You believe him? Look at this photo—”
I sighed.
“Miss Quinn. There’s a big difference between a nude and a cameo in someone’s bed.”
“You come from money. You’re half a foot taller than me. You’ve known him since childhood.
If he wanted you, he wouldn’t have to sneak around. He’d just divorce me.”
“So are you lying to me? Or lying to yourself?”
She stared at me blankly.
Tears cut two tracks through her foundation.
“He told us he didn’t love you. He said he only married you for his granddad. Was he lying about that too?”
I smiled politely.
“Look on the bright side. At least he married me. What does that make you?”
She burst into tears.
“I just don’t understand. What do you have that I don’t?”
“I Miss Quinn, you have more than me in every way.”
I tried to be patient.
“So maybe he’s not your real problem.”
“Think about it.
After what you did, how do you think he sees you? Even if we get divorced, do you really think he’d want you?”
“You have money. But there’s always someone richer. You’re pretty. But there’s always someone younger and prettier.”
She sniffled.
“Then what about you? Why are you so sure he loves you?”
I shook my head.
“My worth doesn’t come from his love for me. No matter what, I’m still me.”
Her makeup was a disaster, but she’d stopped crying.
She looked at me with narrowed eyes.
“Don’t give me that self-help crap. Men are all the same. For all you know, next year there’ll be a new Mrs. Hall.”
“That’s between him and me. None of your business.”
I pulled out some cash and slapped it on the table.
“This one’s on me.”