Chapter 1157 Misunderstandings
She tilted her head, seemingly finding the "toy" in her hand very amusing. She squeezed it, feeling its texture, and couldn't help but get addicted to it.
Adrian didn't know what was going on; he had no temper at all and let her do as she pleased.
Watching Natalie play to her heart's content, Adrian said with a dark face, "Have you had enough?"
Natalie raised her hand and placed it on top of his head.
Like petting a puppy, she stroked his hair and ruffled it.
"Lucky, be good."
Adrian's eyes darkened, and he gritted his teeth.
Alright, so she was treating him like a puppy.
Her gentle eyes curved into crescents with a smile, "Lucky, how did you get taller and bigger?"
"I'm Adrian." His face was dark, but he didn't move his head away. Natalie's fingers were soft on his head, and he didn't mind or resist it.
Natalie blinked and ruffled his hair again.
She seemed to be looking at him very seriously.
She touched his eyebrows and eyes with her hand, "Honey, why are you in my room?"
"This is my room. I think you're really drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Natalie looked at Adrian in front of her.
Because Adrian bent down to be at eye level with her, Natalie leaned closer to him, her breath smelling of alcohol on his face.
She blinked her eyelashes, "Honey, are you really my honey?"
"Yes."
"Honey, do you like Andrea?" As she spoke, Natalie's eyelashes drooped, seeming to become sad.
Adrian didn't expect her to ask such a question.
"Natalie, you are really drunk."
Natalie didn't know what was wrong with her; she suddenly became downcast, and a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
Even though she was drunk, she remembered that the person she liked had lost his memory. She didn't want to come upstairs because Andrea was upstairs, and she was scared.
She drank because of a text message from Andrea.
Adrian didn't expect the originally fine Natalie to suddenly start crying.
"Why are you crying?"
Natalie cried even harder.
It seemed like she was completely venting the emotions she had suppressed because of Adrian's amnesia.
She sobbed.
Her shoulders trembled and twitched.
Adrian reached out and gently patted her shoulder, seemingly wanting to comfort her but also appearing at a loss, "Don't cry."
He had never encountered a girl crying before.
He was almost a bit flustered.
Adrian's tone was also very heavy.
Natalie suddenly sniffed, raised her face, and looked at him with tearful eyes, as if she was scared, her mouth pouting slightly, not daring to make a sound, and tears silently falling.
This look made it seem like Adrian had bullied her.
Adrian didn't expect Natalie to cry even more fiercely.
And it was this silent crying, as if she was extremely aggrieved.
Adrian's face stiffened, and he had to soften his expression, coaxing, "Please don't cry, okay?"
"Honey, do you, do you not like me?" Natalie choked, almost unable to breathe.
Adrian frowned. He looked at Natalie's tear-streaked face, and his heart suddenly felt very complicated.
He actually didn't dislike Natalie; he just didn't remember her. To him, Natalie was now a stranger.
When he woke up in the hospital after the car accident, the Natalie he saw was a stranger, his unfamiliar wife.
He also needed time to accept his wife.
There was no liking, nor was there any dislike.
Just estrangement.
Pure estrangement.
Who could develop feelings of liking for a stranger who was supposed to be their wife?
"Natalie, maybe you have some misunderstandings."
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