Chapter 204
Katniss was already lying on the ground crying, and I was in a dilemma. I didn't want to sleep in either of the two bedrooms. Should I go outside to find a hotel? Watching Katniss cry, I forced myself to turn away, unable to bear seeing her like that. Katniss must be in a lot of pain right now, but am I the only one in pain? I was torn, with no choice but to sit back on the sofa.
"Does my crying look ugly?" After crying for a while, Katniss forced herself to stop crying, but she didn't get up from the ground. Seeing me sit back on the sofa, she released her arms from around my thighs, sat on the ground hugging her knees, and looked directly at me sitting on the sofa. Her eyes were swollen because she had been crying every day since I woke up.
"You don't understand anything right now, it's all your subconscious rejecting me. You hate me so much after losing your memory. If one day you recover your memory, how will I bear your anger? Maybe one day you will abandon me, I'm just deceiving myself. But, darling, as long as I'm by your side, let me enjoy a day of happiness, okay?" Katniss was starting to feel desperate, but she held on, smiling through her tears, speaking softly but tenderly.
"Why would I hate you? What happened exactly?" Although I knew the truth, I still coldly and innocently asked.
"Let's not talk about it. It's all my fault. If possible, I wish you never recover your memory. Even if you become a vegetable, I will willingly take care of you for the rest of my life. Darling, where do you want to sleep tonight?" Katniss couldn't say more, so she stopped. Her last sentence puzzled me, where could I sleep? I didn't want to sleep in my own bedroom or Nathan's bedroom because of the memories left by Nathan and Katniss. Just then, I remembered the sofa under me, but it seemed to have the memory of Nathan and Katniss having sex on it.
"I want to sleep on the sofa." I couldn't just sleep on the floor, so I decided to sleep on the sofa.
"Okay, I'll get it ready for you." When Katniss heard that I wanted to sleep on the sofa, she forced a smile but didn't show any disobedience. She obediently went to the bedroom and took out a blanket. It was an old blanket that had been stored in the closet for a long time, still brand new. Katniss spread the blanket on the sofa, smoothing out every little wrinkle, trying to make me as comfortable as possible.
"Come on, darling, sleep." After preparing the sofa, Katniss said to me. I was actually feeling a bit sleepy, for some reason, I had been feeling very sleepy since I woke up. Katniss went to the bathroom, probably to take a shower. I simply took off my outer clothes and pants, covered myself with the blanket, and lay down on the sofa. Surprisingly, sleeping on the sofa after being used to a bed had a different feeling. Before long, I fell into a deep sleep. At some point, I felt like there was someone else beside me, covering me with a blanket and holding my waist, but I was too deep in sleep to wake up and open my eyes.
I slept until the next morning, opening my eyes groggily to see that it was getting light outside. I felt very warm beside me, with something pressing on my stomach. I turned my head and saw Katniss curled up next to me like a little kitten, one hand gently holding my waist. Although the sofa was very small, Katniss was sleeping on her side next to me, her slender figure leaning towards the edge, leaving the most space for me. I turned my head and saw Katniss's face, still with traces of tears. It seemed that she had cried again during the night, and seeing her peaceful sleeping face, occasionally sobbing in her sleep, it seemed like the endless grievances in her heart were tormenting her. At that moment, I couldn't help but worry, if I were to leave her eventually, would she be able to bear it? Would she be able to handle it?
Suddenly, I heard a muffled sound on the floor, and the hand that had been holding my waist disappeared instantly. I reflexively sat up and looked to the side. Katniss had fallen off the sofa, gritting her teeth and sucking in the cold air, but maybe she didn't want to disturb my sleep, so she didn't make a sound. She closed her eyes in pain, not seeing that I had woken up.
"Darling, are you awake? Did I wake you up?" After easing the pain for a while, Katniss opened her eyes and saw that I was already sitting up.
"Does it hurt? Does it hurt?" Regardless, seeing Katniss in pain softened my heart, and she had slept so close to the edge of the sofa last night just to give me space to sleep. I felt guilty no matter what.
"No, it doesn't hurt at all." Hearing my concerned words, Katniss's painful expression suddenly stopped, as if she couldn't believe her ears. Her eyes were teary, she wiped them, smiled, seeming very happy.
"Darling, are you hungry? I'll go buy you breakfast. How about a sandwich and coffee?" Katniss got up from the ground, wiped her eyes, and said gently. I didn't say much, just nodded slightly. Katniss hadn't even taken off her coat last night, she had slept next to me directly, and seemed to be afraid that I wouldn't sleep comfortably, so she didn't cover herself with the blanket, leaving it all for me. So at this moment, Katniss didn't need to change clothes, she just put on her shoes and prepared to go out. Watching her walk towards the door, trying to control herself but still limping slightly, my heart couldn't help but feel a bit sour, and I could only sigh silently in my heart.
"Darling, please don't go out. I'll be back in fifteen minutes, so you won't get lost on the way back." Before leaving, Katniss turned back to remind me. They didn't want me to go out alone now, afraid that I, with amnesia, would get lost and never find my way back home. Unexpectedly, pretending to have amnesia had actually trapped me in a prison.
Katniss went out, and I walked to the window. Soon, I saw Katniss running outside the apartment, eager to come back as soon as possible, probably worried about me. Soon, Katniss disappeared from my sight. I checked the time, it was already the time for Katniss and me to go to work, but we had temporarily stopped working due to my amnesia.
As I lay on the sofa lost in thought, I heard a knock on the door. I glanced at the time, only five minutes had passed, and Katniss had come back so soon? And she had keys, was she carrying too many things? I opened the door with suspicion and was stunned.
"Why is it her?" I looked at the person in front of me, feeling surprised and puzzled.
"Do you know me?" The person in front of me asked with suspicion. I had met her before, and I realized that under the sudden attack, I had exposed a flaw. I was currently suffering from amnesia and didn't recognize anyone, so I couldn't afford to show any flaws.
"Who are you? I don't know you." I had to stay calm and deny knowing her, as admitting it would reveal that my amnesia was fake.
"If you don't know me, why are you so surprised to see me?" The person standing at the door stared at me with a wise look, not easily fooled.
"Because I never expected to see such a beautiful lady at my door early in the morning, so I was surprised and amazed. Please come in." I explained casually, quickly changing the subject and offering to get her slippers, as she was not easy to deal with, and I could be in danger of being exposed as faking amnesia.
"Where's Katniss?" After coming in, the person at the door asked directly, and then took a quick look around the room. It was her first time at my place.
"She went out to buy breakfast." I gave a brief answer. "How do you feel? Is the amnesia real?" She kept staring at me with her wise eyes, as if she could see through me, making me unable to meet her gaze.
"I feel very confused." I couldn't say much in front of her, afraid of saying the wrong thing and being exposed.
"Mia, why are you here?" Just then, Katniss returned with breakfast and saw the person in the living room, exclaiming in surprise. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Katniss had returned and inadvertently helped me out of the situation.
"I came to see you. I just got back from abroad and rushed over here immediately." When she saw Katniss, her cold expression melted instantly, and she began chatting warmly with Katniss.
I walked to the window, pretending to look into the distance, to hide my inner turmoil. I hadn't expected Mia to suddenly come to my place, and I always had a sense of fear towards her, especially her eyes. Mia was a woman, more specifically a very cold and aloof beauty, cold and proud like a queen, preferring a natural look without makeup, yet exuding a charm that even women who wore makeup couldn't match. Her gaze was very sharp, making it impossible to hold eye contact. As a successful woman, Mia Brown, the CEO of the company where Katniss worked, was from a military family background, with her grandfather holding the rank of Major General. Nightfall City was one of the largest publicly traded companies in the city and her family's business. She could be considered a second-generation wealthy individual and a military second-generation.
She was also a black belt in taekwondo, having everything a woman should have and more. In Nightfall City and even the entire province, her influence was immense. But despite her success, she was still single at a similar age to me, which I found strange.
I was relatively successful in my work, but in her presence, I felt insignificant, as if she looked down on any man, cold and aloof, with a high self-regard. Perhaps this was the reason for her continued single status. Men could only look up to her, not dare to meet her gaze.
I had only met her once before, at their company's annual meeting, where we had exchanged brief and symbolic greetings at the dinner table. She gave me the impression that she seemed to disdain any man in her eyes, cold, proud, and self-important. Perhaps this was why she was still single. Men could only look up to her, not dare to meet her gaze.
I had thought she was just visiting her subordinate, but I hadn't expected her to play a crucial role in my future decisions and path, but that's a story for another time.
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