Charlotte stood aside and watched them with a smile.


    She repeatedly stole a nce 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. Charlottees 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 hade 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 ufortable, why did it always feel alien to such a smile?N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    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 ident, 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 ident?


    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,munication records, and messages. But he found that he simply could not turn the phone on. It waspletely broken, and all the information and data were gone.


    He couldn’t help but frown deeply.


    The headache was uncontroble again.


    Damn it, what the hell ever happened?


    Why couldn’t he remember it all?