"No."
Eva Miller thought for a while but still opened her mouth to refuse.
Luke Land saw the lack of conviction in her eyes. Actually... deep down, she still wanted to help him ’recover his memory,’ but this method...
"Alright, if you’re unwilling, I won’t force you. I can’t remember the people and things important to me in this life..." he sighed softly, "But it doesn’t matter, just let me be. Anyway, I can’t see anyone who cares about me."
"..." Eva stood beside him with her head bowed. Why did he have to speak so sadly?
Luke’s gaze quietly fell on her. Damn, had he said all this, and yet she still had no reaction?
Should he put a few drops of eye drops to show how tragic his situation was?
He rubbed his temples with his hands, and soon the painful expression on his face was clear.
"I really can’t remember, not even a bit."
"Luke, I want to help you too..."
"Really?" Before Eva could finish speaking, Luke interrupted her.
"But your leg isn’t healed yet, we’re not fit to do that kind of thing..."
"You disdain me because I’m disabled? Even if disabled, one still has the right to pursue sex and love." He thought for a moment, then pretended to speak seriously, "Besides, it’s not just about— with you, I just want to retrieve my lost memory."
Only Luke Land could spout such serious nonsense.
Eva, upon hearing him say this, gradually felt convinced.
However, is he sure this really works?
Originally, she didn’t want to bother with him, but thinking about how he had suffered a car accident and now appeared so pathetic...
After hesitating for a moment, she quickly ran downstairs. Just when Luke was puzzled, she ran back up, holding two bottles of red wine...
"You wait for me outside the door, ..." Eva tried hard to recall the scene from that night, "After I’m drunk, you come in."
"..."
No need to recreate this so accurately, right? Won’t she make him go out to buy contraceptives afterward? God, he didn’t want to go through that again.
Eva kept instructing Luke, "You took advantage of me being drunk, after I got drunk, you just..."
The more Eva spoke, the more embarrassed she became, "Anyway, I got drunk, and you were with me, then you... did it inside twice and outside twice. After I woke up, I would lose my temper at you, then force you to sleep on the couch in the living room, and then I’d make you go out to buy contraceptives..."
Eva felt she had explained it in detail enough, "Did you hear it clearly? Just do it like this later."
"..."
Should she still recreate what positions they used that night?
Eva helped Luke into the wheelchair and then pushed him outside.
Luke’s mouth twitched, his face full of black lines, and the surrounding servants looked at him with strange eyes.
Eva turned around and closed the door, then stared at those two bottles of wine, hesitating for quite a while.
"Eva Miller, it’s okay, you’re just helping Luke Land regain his memory. It’s you who made him like this. Without you, he wouldn’t be hurt, wouldn’t have amnesia, naturally, you should help him."
At this moment, Eva truly felt she was a kind angel, the embodiment of justice and bravery...