When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Emery didn’t seem like a pretentious woman. She must have wailed to the extent of her makeup being smudged because something serious had gotten to her.

I ran out of ideas on how to console the dejected woman, so I only had one way of action left—to show them the way into the house first.

After Emery touched upon her makeup and made her way out of the washroom, she finally regained her composure.

Once the maids served us a pot of tea, I dismissed them and served the couple a cup each.

Sitting on the couch, Emery had her eyes glued to me as though she was afraid I would disappear into thin air the moment she tried to blink her eyes.

Not used to it, I shot her an apologetic smile, hoping she would stop. After I handed over the tea to them, I asked, “How have you been over the years?”

At my question, Emery placed her cup aside without a second thought. Nodding to indicate everything was fine, she asked in return, “What about you? Why have you changed so much in terms of looks?”

As a result of her anxious expression, I chuckled lightly. “To be honest, I have no idea because I looked like this once I regained consciousness. On top of that—”

“It’s fine! It doesn’t matter if you can’t recall anything! We have the rest of our lives, so we can just create more memories together!” The way she spoke made me feel as if the fact of me being an amnesiac wasn’t a big deal.

Alexander must have mentioned I was an amnesiac. However, she seemed to be thrilled to figure out I was safe and sound. Perhaps me being alive was the only great news she needed.

had been telling the truth—we must have been best friends

thought I could acquire the fragments of my lost

different from what I imagined the moment Emery asked me to tell her everything about

who had shown up. I didn’t bring up my encounter with the wealthiest man in the country because I

by my side, and we talked about all

was about time for lunch, I got up from the couch and suggested, “Shall we have a meal together to celebrate such

me down at all. Instead, she added, “Of course! I won’t leave

felt comfortable being around her because she behaved as

reach the kitchen, I heard Emery whispering something in Alexander’s ear, but

after I entered the kitchen, she showed

Moore, why don’t you wait for me in the living room? It

and stated, “I still preferred being addressed

“I’m so sorry.”

use another pair of hands to get

guest. I’m not

to stop being so courteous. I

…

the kitchen to help me, we had the meal prepared within half