Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts

Chapter 46

Noel said seriously, "That was my first kiss, which should have been saved for my future wife. What should I say if my wife asks me who I gave my first kiss to in the future? Should I tell her it was to a drunk stranger? You think that explanation would be convincing?"

Phoebe felt like the world was absurd. A grown man came to tell her that she had taken his first kiss years ago, making it hard for him to face his future wife. What the hell was going on?

Phoebe showed her signature smile, "So, what does this gentleman want to do?"

"Since I can't explain it to my future wife, I guess I have to make the one who ruined my innocence into my wife. What do you think?" Noel said in a negotiating tone.

Phoebe laughed mockingly, "Can I take that as a marriage proposal?"

"Feel free to use your imagination." Noel said.

Noel shrugged nonchalantly. The seemingly frivolous action seemed elegant on him.

Noel looked at the woman in front of him. For a moment, the face in his mind merged with Phoebe. He suddenly reached out to pull her hair by her ear.

Phoebe didn't expect Noel to make such a move. By the time she reacted, her hair had been lifted. She immediately swatted his hand away and said angrily, "Sir, are you not afraid I'll call the police for treating a woman like this in public?"

Noel's smile deepened, "So it is you. You look good without makeup too, right, Phoebe?" Noel deliberately emphasized the last few words.

Yesterday, the girl had thick makeup on, but he didn't miss the tiny mole on her ear. Thanks to this little feature, he might not have recognized her otherwise.

Phoebe cursed her bad luck for being recognized by him.

"Sir, are you mistaking me for someone else? Who is Phoebe?" Phoebe wondered how to escape.

In the hospital room, Ines had no idea what was going on. She just received a text from Phoebe saying that she had something urgent to deal with and wouldn't be visiting Ethan. They'd have dinner together some other time.

Ines smiled and shook her head, apparently used to her behavior.

"What's up?" Ethan asked.

"My friend said she has something urgent and won't be coming to see you. She'll invite you to dinner some other time." Ines said.

Ethan nodded, sounding a bit disappointed, "Looks like I missed the chance to see a beauty again."

Ines glared at him, "You look so regretful."

"Of course, I appreciate all beautiful things." Ethan said.

Ines didn't want to talk to this man. She could never win an argument with him.

Ethan stayed in the hospital for three days. The doctor said his condition had stabilized and he could be discharged as long as he paid attention to his diet and rest.

After a few days away from home, the house was dusty. Ines changed clothes and started cleaning. Ethan stopped her, "You've been taking care of me these days. Just rest at home and don't worry about these things. I'll call the housekeeper."

"I can handle these small things myself. I'm bored when I'm idle." Ines wasn't tired. The hospital room had everything she needed to eat and sleep well.

Ethan didn't stop her. He wasn't used to strangers entering his private space.

He didn't go to the study but had Lucas put the documents on the coffee table for processing. He looked up at the busy person in the living room from time to time. When their eyes met, they just smiled at each other.

Just looking at her like this, he suddenly felt that his home, which he had lived in for several years, was surrounded by warmth.

Ines spent an hour tidying up the house. Ethan waved her over, and she sat down next to him. He naturally took her hand, and she looked at him puzzled, not knowing what he wanted to say.

"When do you start work?" Ethan asked.

"Next Monday." She had already replied to the firm.

"Then let's find a time for me to accompany you to a counseling session. The therapists there are top-notch." Ethan said.

Ines was taken aback, and Ethan pinched her face and smiled, "Don't be afraid, okay? I'll be with you."

He noticed it the day they went to the hospital. She seemed to be afraid of fast cars. When the car sped up, she became stiff and even turned pale. It was obviously a sequela from the car accident years ago. Ines felt a little emotional but mostly touched. After all these years, she had been living like an ordinary person, but he noticed so quickly. It probably because he did put her in his heart and observed her so carefully. It felt like countless emotions were drowning her. For a moment, she couldn't help but choke up, "You knew?"

Ethan nodded and gently touched her forehead with his, "Do you want to talk about it?"

With such a caring husband, Ines naturally wouldn't refuse. She leaned on his shoulder, and he held her waist. She said, "I think I told you before that I lost part of my memory in a car accident a few years ago, and it left some sequelae. One of them is that I'm scared to ride in cars, let alone drive. Later, when I went to B City, I also saw a psychologist. The doctor said it was because the memory of the accident was too horrible, which caused me to be traumatized. After years of treatment and adjustment, I've almost recovered and can ride in cars like a normal person, but I still can't go too fast. The doctor said that maybe only when I fully recover my memory can I overcome the fear caused by the trauma."

She spoke simply and calmly, but Ethan could imagine the tragic scene and couldn't help but frown, "Do you want to recover your memory?"

"I'm not insisting on it. It won't affect my life now anyway." Ines said.

"It's good that you can think like that. Attitude is important in these matters. Maybe you'll remember it unconsciously. But for now, I'll make an appointment for you. This expert is a world-renowned psychotherapist. He only has two weeks a year to practice in A City. In two months, it'll be his time to visit here. I'll take you to see him and hear what he has to say." Ethan said. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Ines nodded and smiled, "I'll listen to you."

Ethan pinched her face, "When did you start listening to me so obediently?" Ines retorted, "When did I not listen to you?"