Ch. Forgot what 2 Forgot what 2

**2** 

When I woke up again, it was dark outside. 

Already evening. 

The mansion was quiet. 

Christian must have left. 

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My stomach growled. 

I pushed open my door, wearing a white princess nightgown, and padded barefoot downstairs to find food. 

The floor was cold and smooth, and I felt my brain clear up just a tiny bit. 

I was standing by the counter, heating up toast. 

The study door suddenly opened. 

Christian emerged, dressed in a sharp suit. 

Bathed in the warm yellow light, his silhouette was even more defined, his posture perfectly straight. 

His features were sculpted, sharp. 

He looked like a god of judgment had descended. 

But he was too cold. 

His aura was cold, his eyes were cold. 

Even the charcoal gray cufflinks on his suit glinted coldly. 

Across the long living room, his gaze fell lightly upon me. 

His thin lips pressed into a tight line. 

He radiated an overwhelming presence. 

In an instant. 

I snapped back to reality. 

I buried my head in my arms and ducked under the dining table. 

A pathetic attempt to hide. 

Willow’s light footsteps floated down the stairs. 

She ran into Christian’s arms, holding his arm and shaking it. 

“Are you really leaving already? You haven’t even seen my new showreel, can’t you stay for dinner?” 

Willow’s demeanor was usually distant. 

But now, she showed off a girlish charm, her voice soft and sweet. So lovely. 

Like a beautiful bird. 

With vibrant plumage and a melodious song. 

Christian didn’t speak, his cold eyes fixed on me, shivering under the table. 

Willow’s smile faded. 

She bit her lip and said: 

“If you’re busy, you can see it another time. Let’s go, I’ll walk 

Christian stood motionless. 

you out.” 

His oppressive presence was so heavy, it was as if he hadn’t even heard Willow speak. 

Willow opened her mouth, but didn’t dare utter a sound. 

After a long moment, he finally spoke, his voice low: 

“Alright, I’ll eat dinner before I leave.” 

Dad and Willow’s faces simultaneously registered surprise. 

Christian’s lips curved slightly: 

“What are you afraid of? She’s forgotten everything, hasn’t she?” 

Christian took long strides to the dining table and knelt down. 

His suit pants accentuated the strong lines of his legs. 

“Lily, do you still recognize me?” 

I timidly raised my eyes, then lowered them, not daring to meet his gaze. 

I slowly nodded. 

But suddenly, my fingertips and toes felt as if they were being pricked by needles. 

It was an automatic, reactive scream. 

I squeezed my eyes shut. 

Shaking my head frantically. 

“No! Don’t hit me! I don’t know you!”