Chapter 464

How could it be? It was clear that he had identified her as a gold-

digging woman who approached him with a purpose. Why did he still

have sex with her? It was obvious that she had gained the trust of her

grandmother and used some means to get the shares of the Warner

Group, and he should have abandoned her, but his body honestly

wanted her. What was the reason for all this?

When he came to Eden Apartment today, he had come to search for

forgotten memories.

Although he has a familiar feeling about the place, unfortunately, he still

could not recall any details.

He struggled to think, and suddenly his head hurt again. It hurt so bad

that he had cold sweat all over. He could not help but press his hands

to his temples, his handsome eyebrows locked and his expression

increasingly serious.

His voice was hoarse, "Joyce, what is going on between you and me,

just tell me."

Joyce glanced at him and saw that he seemed to have a real headache

and turned around and went into the kitchen to bring an ice pack.

She walked up and put an ice pack on his sweaty forehead. And then

she took another towel, and gently wiped his forehead, advising, "If you

can't think of anything, just don't force yourself to think about it again.

Are you feeling better?"

She did not directly answer his question. She knew his character. Did

he believe what she said when she just met him? It's better to wait for

him to remember all the things himself one day.

The cold sensation cleared him up a bit and relieved some of the pain.

“You didn't drive here, I'll call Aaron to come to pick you up and take

you back.” Joyce took her cell phone out of her pocket and was just

about to dial Aaron's number. From the way he looked now, he wasn't

fit to drive.

“There's no need to call him. I want to sleep here tonight." Luther

closed his eyes and leaned back slightly against the back of the wall,

resting his arm on top of his forehead to ease his headache.

"What! You're going to sleep here?" Joyce almost muttered.

“I bought the house, can't I live in it?" He closed his eyes and hummed

softly. For some reason he always felt that it was in this place that he

could retrieve his memories, and maybe a night's sleep would reveal

something.

"..." Joyce was completely speechless.

“Don't think too much about it, you sleep on the couch.” Luther still had

his eyes closed and faintly instructed, "Bring over the hot tea and get

the toiletries ready. I'll wait till the pain goes down and then go over and

wash up."

"..." Joyce already had the urge to Kill him.

She walked out of the room, grabbed the trash can, picked up all the

toothpaste and toothbrushes, and razor and shaving cream in it, and

rearranged them in the bathroom.

Damn, she just forgot to throw them all away, or did she wait for him to

use them?

Exasperated, she brought the tea into the room for him, only to find that

he had fallen asleep.

The usual sharp eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyebrows were

slightly creased because of the pain. He looked just peaceful and

harmless, the corners of his lips now with a touch of relaxation,.

Joyce let out a low sigh.

It's just that, for the sake of his pain and his status as the landlord, she

let him rest there for the night. She resigned herself to covering him

with the blanket and took out another blanket from the closet, so she

would sleep on the couch tonight.