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 hade to search for forgotten memories.


    Although he has a familiar feeling about the ce, 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 nced 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 toe 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 ce that he could retrieve his memories, and maybe a night’s sleep would reveal something.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    “…” Joyce waspletely 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 rxation,.


    Joyce let out a low sigh.


    It’s just that, for the sake of his pain and his status as thendlord, she let him rest there for the night. She resigned herself to covering him with the nket and took out another nket from the closet, so she would sleep on the couch tonight.