No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

There were two guards each behind Lucius, Russell, and Maddox as they made their way to the restaurant.

Freya accompanied Jamie to a corner of the restaurant where a variety of dishes were already laid out on the table. The dishes were all specialties from Floravalea.

A skilled chef was busy preparing the ingredients at a nearby table.

Lucius frowned as he watched the chef expertly dissect a fish and turn it into thinly sliced raw fish. He then threw the fish into a nearby water tank, leaving only the delicate fish bones, yet the fish was still swimming in the tank.

Jamie seemed unfazed by this and had already started enjoying the thinly sliced raw fish in front of him.

Lucius, however, felt a wave of nausea.

“This is a chef I specially invited from Floravalea. He’s a chef that won three Michelin stars.” Jamie chuckled. “I was worried that you wouldn’t be accustomed to our usual food, so I arranged this special meal for you. Why aren’t you eating?”

Lucius’ face turned pale, but he remained silent. On the other hand, Russell picked up a piece of thinly sliced raw fish and slowly savored it.

Freya had eaten thinly sliced raw fish before, but never this “fresh.”

She also picked up a piece while suppressing her disgust.

Lucius furrowed his brow and began to say, “Miss Kaufmann-”

Freya discreetly pinched his arm under the table.

At this moment, they needed to conserve their energy and eat enough to have a chance of survival.

Freya suspected that Jamie wanted to assert his dominance by making them eat in this manner. After finishing the meal, Jamie stood up and left.

them were then escorted to a spacious room on the

room, various medical instruments used by doctors were neatly arranged. If Freya didn’t know they

in the room.

exactly is going on? Why have we

lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry.”

explained the situation little by little and omitted the part about the

his brother’s stomach cancer. You all got involved because of me.

deeply to the three of

man has twisted intentions. Couldn’t he have simply taken his

I told my wife I would be back in a week. It seems I won’t be able to return for the time being, but Miss Kaufmann, who exactly is this Mr. Fraser? His methods don’t seem ordinary; he doesn’t appear to

sighed deeply in

international terrorist organization that had struck

would likely only increase their

pursed her lips and said, “Indeed, he’s not ordinary, but I don’t know the specifics. In any case, we

not far from the door and lowered her voice. “Rest assured. If there’s an opportunity, I will do everything I can to

raised his head. His eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were filled with panic. “Escape? Is it even possible to escape? Miss Kaufmann, you know Mr. Fraser, don’t you? I can see that

study anything about stomach cancer in my current state. I’m not even in this field of study. Even if he wants me, I’m useless, right? Miss Kaufmann!”

difficult to speak. “He probably won’t let you go back.”

he want to kill me then?”

the law. Since I’m of no use to him, I promise I won’t report

head and felt guilty.

kill? Perhaps he had killed

sorry, but he probably doesn’t

and

moment, then covered his face, A

Don’t worry. I will do everything I can to protect all of you, even if it means