Chapter 435

Charlotte stood aside and watched them with a smile.

She repeatedly stole a glance at Luther and saw that he seemed to

forget everything, and her heart was secretly excited.

"By the way, I made my own steamed dumplings today and brought

them with me, they're in the doctor's office, they should still be hot, I'll

go get them for you." Charlotte said.

“Yes. Charlotte comes to see you every day and brings her own

homemade snacks each time. She is so worried about you.” Shelly said

affectionately as she took Charlotte's arm on the side.

“I told her to stay home and take good care of herself when she's

pregnant and she should not run around every day. She's carrying the

flesh and blood of the Warner family.” Shelly reached out and caressed

Charlotte's belly, “Brother, you probably don't remember either. She's

pregnant with your baby, a boy."

"Pregnant?" Luther wrinkled his brow, finding it unbelievable.

Was Charlotte pregnant, by chance, that night? Was he and Charlotte

already that close? He always felt something strange, and couldn't put

his finger on it.

Charlotte blushingly lowered her head and elbowed Shelly, "Luther just

woke up, don't talk about that. I'll go get you a snack.”

"No need, I don't want to have a snack. Just the porridge, you all go

back, I want to be alone.” Luther refused. He couldn't take it for a

moment, and his body reacted honestly, resisting the intimacy with

Charlotte. Nor did he want to eat what she had made.

He needed time to digest the appalling news.

By this time, Jacqueline had come back with the porridge, "Luther, the

porridge is still hot and just ready to drink. Here, let me give you a

bowl."

“Leave it here, I'll drink it myself. You all go back, I want to rest.”

Luther coldly gave the eviction order.

"Good. I'm relieved you're awake! I won't disturb your rest." Jacqueline

pulled Shelly and Charlotte, "Let's go, Luther just woke up and needs

some rest. Come back tomorrow!"

"Get some rest, brother, and I'll see you tomorrow.” Shelly was

reluctantly dragged away by Jacqueline.

Charlotte looked back, gave Luther a gentle, watery smile, and waved

her hand gently, "Goodbye."

Such a smile made something cross Luther's mind instantly, so fast that

he couldn't catch it. Why did it feel familiar, why did it feel

uncomfortable, why did it always feel alien to such a smile?

Why exactly?

Damn, what the hell did he forget.

After Jacqueline, Shelly and Charlotte all left.

He unplugged the IV from his wrist, got out of bed and went into the

bathroom, shaved his scruff, looked at himself in the mirror, reached

down and unzipped his gown and started to look at his body.

There were several new wounds on his chest and bruises on both sides

of his arms, which indeed looked like a car accident, and he noticed

that there was a bruise behind his neck, as if he had been hit hard. This

was also left by the car accident?

He groomed himself, went back to the bed, and fished his phone out of

the drawer.

The phone screen was now in pieces, and it looked like the battery was

now dead already.

He charged his phone and waited for a moment, he wanted to open it

to look through his recent schedule, communication records, and

messages. But he found that he simply could not turn the phone on. It

was completely broken, and all the information and data were gone.

He couldn't help but frown deeply.

The headache was uncontrollable again.

Damn it, what the hell ever happened?

Why couldn't he remember it all?