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bChapter /b242

bI /bimmediately got up. By the time I reached his door, Ferris had already closed it tightly.

I didn’t knock or ask.

Whatever. Let’s see how many days he canst.

The next morning, I got up early to make breakfast.

I cooked a pot of oatmeal porridge with honey and nuts, and fried two eggs.

I remembered he didn’t like nuts – I just wanted to make him feel ufortable.

Soon after, he finished washing up and came out wearing loose home clothes,

When I saw the wound on his forehead, I immediately understood:st night’s crash was him hitting his head.

I held back from showing it and said calmly: “Breakfast is ready.”

“Mm.” He answered quietly, carefully feeling his way over.

The house was small, but there was really too much furniture.

Ferris was afraid of breaking something again and making me angry.

I couldn’t stand watching and finally couldn’t help reminding him: “Move left a bit, you’re about to hit the wall.”

He stopped, his ears instantly turning red.

He moved a few steps left as I said, then quickly pulled out a chair and sat down, his movements surprisingly practiced.

“Thank you, I’ll remember.”

He was too agreeable.

So agreeable that I suddenly wished he hadn’t lost his memory. At least then..I could righteously scold him.

I ced a bowl of porridge and two eggs in front of him: “Eat.”

“Thank you.” His tone was still gentle. “I’ll get up earlier in the morning from now on to help you cook.”

I was stunned: “No need. You can’t see, what help could you be?”

Ferris was momentarily choked up. After a moment of silence, his voice became even softer: “You don’t have to work Move back to the vi. ru

support you.”

I focused on drinking my porridge and almost choked.

“I don’t need that. I can support myself.”

He then took out a gold card from his pocket and ced it in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I frowned.

“Sry card.” He said very seriously. “Although I have amnesia, I’ve learned these past few idays /ithat I used to be a CEO with considerable savings. It’s fine if you don’t want it, but I can’t not hand it over.”

I put down my porridge bowl and said coldly: “I told you, I don’t need it.”

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Chapter b242 /b

“Hurry up and eat. I have to write my thesister and don’t have time to listen your nagging

That golden card justy there on the dining table, as dazzling as mockery.

Ferris took ba /bspoonful of porridge, and his brow immediately furrowed.

b“/bAurora…”

I was looking down at my own porridge. Hearing him call me, my tone was already impatient: “What nowi?/ii” /i

“I can’t get used to nuts. Can you help me pick them out?”

Ha, amnesia or not, his tastes hadn’t changed, and neither had his habit of ordering people around.

I nced at him indifferently, took the bowlb, /bstirred it around a few times casually, and handed it back: “Done picking. You can eat now.”

He took another spoonful, chewed a few times, then stopped again: “Aurora… didn’t you pick them all out?”

I lifted my eyelids: “You’re not allergic. Eating one asionally won’t kill you.

After saying thisb, /bbI /bgot up: “I’m going to work. Remember to wash the dishes after eating. The sink is in front of you, two steps straight ahead. Don’t pretend you don’t know.”

So what if he was blind? Didn’t you say I wasn’t worthy of you? Now you’re the one begging me.

If it were the old Ferris, even if breakfast was slightly cold he could give me attitude, but now, he lowered his head and drank the porridge he didn’t like, spoonful by spoonful, not even daring to frown for too long.

Then he really got up to wash the dishes.

I went back to my room and had just picked up my pen when I heard slight collision sounds from downstairs.

I didn’t move.

The one who needed to adapt was him, not me.

Soon after, Mary came downstairs and froze at the kitchen doorway.

Foam was overflowing from the sink, and Ferris was clumsily rolling up his sleeves, frowning as he dealt with the dishesb. /bHis tall figure standing in the foam looked somehow… ridiculous.

Mary’s heart feltplicated.

She had previously worked as a servant in the vi and knew very well what his attitude toward me was. Once when iI /ihad a high fever and was unconscious, unable to do housework, Mary called to notify Ferris.

He had said coldly and decisively: “Whatever happens to her has nothing to do with me. She deserves everything.”

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