"Originally, I thought it didn’t matter to me which woman you slept with..."
Doesn’t matter?
Just as Luke Land was about to say something, she slowly spoke again, "But..."
"But what?"
"Oh, nothing..." Suddenly, she didn’t want to continue the topic, "You go out. I want to sleep for a while."
Even though he really wanted to hear her thoughts, seeing that she didn’t want to answer, he didn’t push it further.
In the afternoon, the weather was nice, and Eva Miller was rarely in a generous mood, remembering to take care of Luke Land, the ’patient’.
"I’ll take you for a walk in the garden, oh wait, your leg isn’t fully healed..." Eva Miller brought over his wheelchair, "You sit, I’ll take you for a walk."
Luke Land’s mouth twitched; wheelchairs were a nightmare for him, especially when Eva Miller was pushing him. Every time she couldn’t control the direction, and the last time, after a short while of pushing him, his knees and calves were bruised in several places...
"I’d rather walk slowly by myself, no need for the wheelchair."
"How can that be, you’re a patient, and you’ve lost your memory. Of course, I have to take good care of you, care for you, and can’t let you feel neglected..." Eva Miller rambled on, impossibly rejecting her enthusiasm for taking care of him; he had no choice but to sit in the wheelchair.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go well. As soon as Eva Miller turned the wheelchair, his leg slammed into the coffee table.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." Ava Miller was a bit anxious and prepared to roll up his pants to check, "Let me see if you’re hurt."
"It’s fine." He gritted his teeth against the pain in his foot, pretending to be calm, but in reality, his leg was already covered in a string of bruises.
Eva Miller became much more cautious, preparing to push him towards the garden.
But just outside the lobby, after only a few steps, Eva Miller caught sight of a somewhat familiar figure, Emma Hughes.
"Sister Eva, second young master." Emma Hughes approached them, greeting them well-manneredly.
"Second young master, I heard you were in a car accident, how are you, feeling any better?" Perhaps Emma Hughes wanted to maintain a sweet and well-behaved impression in front of Luke Land, so she spoke with a smile at the corners of her mouth.
"Miss Hughes, you seem quite happy to hear that Luke Land was in a car accident?" Eva Miller suddenly remarked. She had no good impression of Emma Hughes; last time, she even stripped down to offer herself in Luke Land’s study?
Even if it was their mutual consent, Eva Miller wasn’t pleased at all right now.
"I wasn’t, Sister Eva, you misunderstood. How could I be happy to hear about the second young master’s car accident?" Emma Hughes’s previously sweet smile instantly faded, "second young master, I truly care about you."
"Whether you genuinely care or not, it doesn’t matter. He has amnesia now, he can’t even remember who you are." Eva Miller said nonchalantly.
"Amnesia?" Emma Hughes exclaimed in surprise, "second young master, you don’t remember me?"
"Is it strange? I can’t even remember my wife now." Luke Land decided to keep up the act.
Emma Hughes took a deep breath from the bottom of her heart. This fact was indeed a bit shocking; she originally thought Luke Land had good feelings for her. Last time when he brought her home, he said he liked clean girls, and indeed, she was clean, so she felt she had some advantage in front of him. But now... feelings, advantages, they’re all illusions. After all, he can’t remember her now, can he?