Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

"Lucy, did you just call me the class rep?"

Cillian asked Lucy cautiously while Lucy looked at him with confusion. "What else should I be calling you?"

Frowning, she looked Cillian up and down before saying suspiciously, "Class rep, did you get liposuction done? How did you lose so much weight overnight?"

Cillian gulped. If Lucy was addressing him as 'class rep' and said that he lost so much weight overnight, did that mean that Lucy only retained her memories up till her college days? She even asked if he had gone abroad too. That meant that...

Cillian looked at Matthew gloatingly. Could there be anything more painful than having his own wife not recognize him after a car accident? Cillian laughed inwardly, but on the outside, he shook his head at Lucy.

If that was the case, it would be better for him to explain the situation to Lucy because Matthew was still a stranger to her. "You're in your 20s, and you graduated college a long time ago. You're not in New York either. In other words, you've lost your memory."

Cillian looked at Lucy sincerely.

Just from his expression alone, one could tell he was being honest. However, Lucy's first reaction was disbelief. She thought that it was a prank.

Of course, no sane person would believe it if they were told that they had lost their memory.

However, Lucy noticed something unusual about herself. She was wearing a designer skirt that she had never owned before, and there were no traces of paint on her hands from the painting she had just done. Moreover, she smelled of perfume.

She looked to the side again. Although Cillian had lost a lot of weight, she could still tell from his features that he was her classmate. Also, there was a stranger next to her. Lucy finally realized that like what Cillian said, she may have actually lost her memory.

Matthew, who had been ignored this entire time, felt hopeless. He was so worried about his wife that he rushed to the hospital to see her after hearing about her car accident, only to find out that she had lost her memory.

Was there anything more heartbreaking than this? It took him several months for Lucy to accept him. They had done everything together, even the things they should not do, only to end up back to square one. A surge of murderous intent welled up in Matthew's heart. He would make sure that whoever paid to have his wife killed would meet a gruesome end. Thankfully, his wife was no longer in critical condition. Matthew sighed and pressed the button beside Lucy's bed to summon the doctor.

The doctor arrived and saw Lucy sitting up. All doctors wished to see their patients safe and healthy, but he had to admit that he was quite surprised. He picked up her medical records and asked, "Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Lucy looked a little flabbergasted, but she calmed down and replied, "Other than some slight soreness, I don't feel any pain elsewhere."

The doctor nodded. "That's good. The reason you don't feel any pain is because the local anesthetic hasn't worn off yet. The soreness should be from your bruises."

While writing everything down, the doctor asked, "Are you experiencing any other side effects?"

Lucy said to the doctor, "I think there's something wrong with my memory. This man says that he's my husband."

She pointed at Matthew without any expression. "But I don't know him at all."