When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“What put you in such a great mood?”

When Marcus showed up, I was in the middle of heating the milk.

“I decided to give cooking a try because I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. Speaking of which, it turns out I can cook.”

I once thought I couldn’t cook. Therefore, I was startled when I started preparing the ingredients as though it was not a big deal.

A woman will learn how to cook after they find someone worthy of their time and effort.

That particular quote crossed my mind, causing me to think I must have brushed up my culinary skills when I was deeply in love with Marcus.

He stared at me for a few seconds. Smiling, he suggested, “You need to consider your condition before engaging in such things. You have just recovered. It’s fine to have the maids deal with these.”

“It’s fine. I’m well aware of my limits. I actually feel better after getting myself involved in some activities.”

The milk had completely heated up once we wrapped up our conversation. I poured each of us a glass and brought them to the dining hall. “Care to join me for breakfast?”

to return to the company for a

“You don’t have to trouble yourself. I can

while, but then

worry about me because I’m merely an amnesiac… I’m not handicapped. I can still take care of myself. If I don’t start doing that, I’m afraid I’ll turn into

up with a smile from

in the kitchen washed up, I retrieved some gardening tools with me and headed over

figures with the corner of my eyes. When I looked

fit, but the woman by his side had a relatively casual set

seconds

and bypassed the wall, sprinting in my direction. Startled by the clicking sound of her high heels, I had a hard time grasping the

Alexander had

between her embrace awkwardly. It took me a few minutes

you being so courteous

brimmed with tears as she announced, “I had

six years, my appearance had undergone drastic changes. On top of that, after