CHAPTER 884: CHAPTER 884: I AM YOUR HUSBAND

After a long time, Warren Vance sighed softly and compromised, "Don’t you want to leave? As long as you wake up, I’ll let you go."

Ann Vaughn lying on the bed looked peaceful and calm in her sleep, still without any movement.

Warren did not speak again, as usual sitting in this room until dusk before leaving.

Shortly after he left, Ann’s fingertip suddenly moved.

She seemed to hear someone mumbling in her ear and could feel the warmth of the sunlight from outside the window falling on her body.

But she couldn’t wake up.

Her eyes felt as heavy as if they weighed a thousand pounds, her consciousness shrouded in chaos, making it impossible for her to wake up.

After an unknown period, Ann slowly opened her eyes, briefly dazzled by the light from the crystal chandelier before getting used to the light in front of her.

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly sounded next to her ear.

"Princess! God bless, Princess, you’ve finally woken up!"

So noisy...

Ann slightly frowned, uncomfortably turning her head to see a strange young girl kneeling by the bed, looking at her with eyes full of joy and excitement.

"Who are you...?" Ann only felt her throat was extremely dry and managed to squeeze out a complete sentence with difficulty.

Betty’s smile instantly froze on her face, almost crying when she met Ann’s gaze that looked at her like a stranger.

"Princess, I’m Betty, the maid who takes care of your daily living. Don’t you remember me?"

"Betty? Princess?" A trace of confusion flashed in Ann’s eyes, "What are you talking about?"

Betty felt sad and anxious, but she didn’t know what was wrong with the Princess, so she had to call a doctor to check on her.

Within five minutes, Warren brought Dr. Dexter here.

As soon as they entered, they saw Ann leaning against a soft pillow, drinking a cup of hot water leisurely.

Probably because of her illness, her face was not in good condition, looking pale and frail.

Like a delicate flower ravaged by a storm, she looked sickly and added a few touches of a fragile beauty, sparking a protective urge in people.

Although she had just woken up not long ago, her body was already weak, and she felt tired after sitting for a while.

If she suddenly saw two strange men coming in, Ann would definitely be scared.

So it was when she fell asleep that Warren let the doctor in to examine her.

The result was that Ann’s body was perfectly normal, and the MRI results showed that her brain wasn’t damaged in any way. As for what caused her memory to go awry...

Warren narrowed his eyes, signaling Quinn Bishop to come over and whispered something.

Soon, Quinn dragged Ryan Wyatt in front of Warren, throwing him to the ground.

"How do you manage things?" Warren said coldly, "Why did the Princess lose her memory?"

Ryan knew that last night Ann had forcibly broken through his Puppetry Technique, which certainly would have caused significant damage to her body.

But he didn’t expect her body to remain intact while her memory suffered severe loss and confusion.

Puppetry Technique is a high-risk Forbidden Technique, where the user needs only a strand of the other’s hair to make her obedient to them, even controlling her body.

If successful, all is well, but if it failed causing brain damage, examples of becoming comatose or dazed weren’t uncommon.

What’s more, before this, no one had been able to break through Ryan’s Puppetry Technique, so even he was at a loss for what to do.

"Your Highness, it’s highly likely that the Princess was so severely shocked last night that subconsciously she doesn’t want to believe she shot the man. Her brain’s self-protection mechanism makes her forget those painful memories." Ryan made up stories with a bitter face.

How could he bear the guilt of harming the Princess?!

A cold smile appeared on Warren’s lips, "Then why doesn’t she even recognize Betty?"

"This..." Ryan was at a loss for words.

"Useless waste." Warren’s eyes were icy as he turned to Quinn, "Take him down and lock him up for now."

Ann’s condition was, after all, the result of the Puppetry Technique, and perhaps there would still be a use for Ryan later, so Warren didn’t completely get rid of him.

Without giving Ryan a chance to shout for mercy, Quinn took him away.

Dr. Dexter, standing nearby, was shivering from the cold.

...

When Ann awoke again, she saw a strange man sitting by her bed.

She instinctively moved back a little, her slender fingers clenched, looking warily at the man before her, "Who are you?"

Meeting her gaze, which seemed barbed yet slightly frantic, Warren’s lips curved into a gentle, wind-like smile, his voice so soft as if afraid of startling her.

"Let me introduce myself. I am your husband. My last name is Vance, first name Warren, as in ’delusion’ Warren."

Betty: "?"

Dr. Dexter: "?"

Although it’s true that the Princess has amnesia, isn’t Your Highness taking advantage of this situation a bit too much??

Warren obviously didn’t have this awareness, his handsome yet sickly face bore a smile as warm as a spring breeze, looking sincerely at Ann.

"... Impossible." Who knew, Ann bluntly denied his words with a hint of disdain.

Warren raised an eyebrow, "Why impossible?"

"You’re not my type." Ann sat up with pursed lips and said directly, "Unless I was blind before I lost my memory, I wouldn’t have married you."

This man was indeed handsome, a rare beauty.

But unfortunately, Ann wasn’t moved by this type of man; what she truly liked was...

At this thought, a look of confusion appeared in Ann’s eyes. What did she truly like?

Warren didn’t get upset by Ann’s rude words, smiling as he asked her, "How do you know you’ve lost your memory?"

Ann looked at him as if he were a fool, "I have amnesia, not dementia."

Warren: "..."

Alright, that reason is quite strong.

"Do you really not remember who I am?"

Hearing him ask this, Ann forced down the heaviness in her heart, raising her eyes to scrutinize Warren’s face.

The more she looked, the softer her gaze became, and she even reached out to touch his face—she had never done this before.

Warren’s back tensed up, feeling inexplicably at a loss.

Then he saw Ann gently holding his face, smiling with curved brows, and affectionately said, "I don’t know why, but looking at you, I feel..."

A certain vampire’s long dormant heart suddenly began to race wildly.

"A feeling of seeing my biological son." Ann’s clear eyes shone with a motherly light.

Warren’s heart stopped in an instant.

Deathly silent.

Betty and Dr. Dexter, chilled by the sudden cold, shrank their necks and instinctively moved away from the bedside.

A husband becoming a son, in a way, Your Highness, you’re not losing out... At least you’re closer to the Princess, right?