Lucas Thorne forgot that I was just his mistress. Afterward, he clung to me, trying to kiss me. When I pushed him away, he looked incredibly wronged. "Wifey, do you not love me anymore?" I sighed: "Mr. Thorne." "I'm getting married." 1 I didn't know about Lucas's memory loss. Lucas rarely came to my place, let alone initiated contact, unless he had needs to satisfy. So when he pressed against me without a word, I didn't find anything strange and instinctively complied with him. I just felt that Lucas was unusually gentle tonight. Even though he was clearly uncomfortable, he stopped to wipe away my tears and nuzzled my face soothingly. Lucas looked at me without speaking. Yet, I inexplicably understood what he meant. He was afraid I would be uncomfortable. Coming out of the bathroom, Lucas stood at the door like he was being punished, staring straight at me. The next second, he clung to me again. "Why didn't you let me help you wash?" He wrapped his arms around my waist. I was startled. I asked: "Did something happen to you recently?" Lucas buried his head in the crook of my neck and nuzzled a couple of times. But he refused to speak. My intuition told me something was wrong. I said gently: "Mr. Thorne..." Unexpectedly, as soon as this address came out, Lucas got anxious. "I was wrong, I was wrong. I'll tell, I'll tell everything—actually, at the end of last month, I got into a car accident... I didn't mean not to see you during this time, I lied about going on a business trip because I was afraid you would worry..." No wonder he sent me those baffling messages before. I asked politely: "Were you hurt anywhere?" "No." Lucas spun around openly, "See, all intact." I frowned, not fully believing his words. Indeed, there were no external injuries, and his strength and endurance were about the same as usual. But looking at his crazy behavior today, it seemed like his brain was damaged. 2 "It's just... after waking up, the doctor said I might have amnesia. I didn't feel anything wrong, but Ethan and the others said so too." "I rushed back as soon as I recovered, and I was relieved to see you still sleeping at home." I went from shocked to confused. What's there to be relieved about seeing me? Where could I run? "Ethan wouldn't say what I forgot. But I can guess, I probably forgot about our marriage..." Lucas stared at me unblinkingly. He hugged me again, tighter this time, as if afraid I would run away, "Wifey, I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me." The word "shocked" was no longer enough to describe my feelings. "Thunderstruck" was more appropriate. I swallowed. "What, what did you call me?" Lucas's gaze was clear, "Wifey." I couldn't accept it for a moment. I broke free from Lucas and sat back on the bed. Lucas chased after me like a puppy, explaining everything. But I wasn't in the mood to listen. Sensing I wasn't listening, Lucas stopped talking and clung to me, wanting to kiss me. I pushed him. Lucas felt wronged, his eyes filled with loneliness. "You never used to refuse my kisses." "Wifey, do you not love me anymore?" Not love? Only love can lead to not loving. For Lucas, does it make a difference whether I love him or not? I sighed and said seriously: "Mr. Thorne." "I'm getting married." 3 Lucas was stunned, "Did I guess wrong?" "Yes, we actu..." "So we haven't had time to get married yet." My eyelid twitched violently. "When did I propose? Is the wedding date set? Is the hotel booked? Do Ethan and the others know? And the wedding dress—Wifey, didn't you say you liked that new design by Tarasa? We'll buy that one." Tarasa... She was a designer Lucas and I met while traveling abroad. As soon as Tarasa saw me, she excitedly pulled me aside, saying I gave her design inspiration and she wanted to design a wedding dress for me. Named "Flower of Eternity." The wedding dress production cycle was long, and Tarasa was a perfectionist, so the Flower of Eternity took two years. It was only recently completed. I didn't expect Lucas to remember. That trip was just incidental to his work; the leisure time was short, and Lucas spent most of the time on the phone. Including when I was talking to Tarasa. It seemed Lucas wasn't amnesiac, but his memories were jumbled. I deliberated and said: "It has already been bought by someone else." "Didn't she say it was designed specifically for you?" Lucas was unhappy. While I hesitated whether to tell him the truth, the phone on the bedside table rang twice. It was spam messages. And unread messages sent by Ethan Black two hours ago. [Lucas suffered brain damage from the car accident, causing temporary memory confusion. He thinks you are his wife.] [He cannot be stimulated, so I had to lie to him that he has amnesia. Please cooperate with Lucas's acting for the sake of past affection.] [When the contract ends, I naturally won't keep you.] [Transfer: $1,000,000] I counted silently for a moment. Turned off the screen and put down the phone. I leaned over and intimately pulled Lucas's arm. Resting my head on his chest, I said softly: "The wedding date hasn't been set yet... It's okay to buy a wedding dress from someone else, as long as I can marry you." Lucas was stunned. He was moved: "Wifey, it's so good to have you." 4 There was half a month left until the contract ended. Lucas revolved around me all day, either kissing and hugging or discussing the non-existent wedding banquet. I refused any deeper intimacy. Before the memory loss, Lucas knew I was preparing to get married. His reaction was flat, only saying he would no longer have intimate contact with me. When he suddenly appeared that night, I thought he had changed his mind. But the current Lucas didn't remember any of this. Although he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist and was great in bed, I didn't have much interest. I muddled through what I could. Besides, Ethan often came to visit. Partly because he was worried about Lucas, partly to warn me. When Lucas was present, he was polite to me, calling me sister-in-law. When Lucas wasn't around, he used sharp words to poke at my heart. He didn't succeed. On the contrary, Ethan would transfer a sum of money to me before leaving each time to ensure I wouldn't break my promise. So I welcomed Ethan's arrival very much. My joy was palpable, and Lucas actually started to mind. He found an excuse to shut Ethan out when he came to visit again. "Wifey, why are you so happy every time you see Ethan Black? You've never smiled so happily with me." ...That wasn't Ethan Black. That was clearly a walking ATM. I rubbed Lucas's big fluffy head. "It's not a bad thing for Ethan to come see you." Lucas squatted, glaring at me aggrievedly, "Is it a bad thing for me to kiss you? You seem to dislike my kisses." "I don't." "You do!" Although he was shouting back, the way Lucas arched his head against me was surprisingly well-behaved, looking up at me. I rubbed him twice more. Coaxing: "I definitely love you the most. Besides, Ethan will be the best man at the wedding, won't he?" Lucas reluctantly accepted this reason. "You are not allowed to call him Ethan." "Okay, I won't." Lucas was satisfied and happily went to the kitchen to cook. I watched his back quietly. In Lucas's confused memory, he and I fell in love because of a heavy rain. Winding mountain road, sudden torrential rain. The lost girl was bewildered and knocked on his car window. The girl timidly and carefully asked him. Could he give her a ride? Lucas agreed and was moved. This memory was not wrong. But why I appeared alone on the mountain road and why I knocked on his car window, Lucas hadn't considered. The former Lucas did. He wasn't a fool, wouldn't fall for casual schemes, nor would he be fascinated just because a woman was beautiful. He knew my appearance was premeditated. So in the car, Lucas asked me very calmly: "Mistress, are you willing to be one?" Instead of what he thinks now— "Can we be friends?" The beginning of the story between Lucas and me was not romantic or dignified. It was just an exchange of interests, a transaction of money and sex.
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