CHAPTER 184: CHAPTER 184: OH~ LITTLE LIAR, LYING AGAIN!

After entering the room, Holly Crowe placed the takeout on the table and poured him a glass of warm water.

The two sat facing each other on the sofa in the living room.

The feeling was very strange.

They were obviously husband and wife, had shared the most intimate moments, yet sitting together now felt like they were strangers, even more awkward than strangers.

However, to him now, they indeed were strangers.

Holly studied the man across from her.

The autumn light from outside the window fell on the side of his face, making him appear somewhat gloomy and difficult to approach.

His gaze was no longer gentle but carried a sense of detachment.

But Holly knew this was the real him. The graceful tree of the Sinclair Family from before was merely a facade he deliberately maintained to suppress his true nature.

Holly subconsciously twisted her ring, feeling a pang of bitterness in her heart.

She was actually resentful.

Especially after reading his letter.

At that time, she cried as she read it, feeling both angry and heartbroken—angry that he hadn’t told her sooner, and heartbroken that he had hidden it alone for so many years.

The resentment in her heart wasn’t for those so-called "disgraceful" methods he used, but for why he wouldn’t tell her the truth sooner, choosing to conceal it again and again.

Even the last time, she had almost spelled it out to him, yet he brushed it off with words of "gratitude."

But now, he had forgotten everything, completely clean.

Her anger had no outlet, and even her heartache seemed to have vanished.

Meanwhile, Blake Sinclair was also observing the woman before him.

She was dressed in casual clothes, her long hair tied in a small bun at the back of her head, her face clean and delicate.

Yet those eyes looking at him contained emotions too complicated for him to understand.

His gaze shifted down to her left hand resting on her knee, noticing a diamond ring on her ring finger.

The style was modest, something he would have liked.

And it was identical to the one on his finger.

He remembered waking up that day, faced with a room full of strangers and concerned gazes.

After the initial confusion, he gathered from snippets of conversation and the words of a young girl claiming to be his niece that he had lost his memory due to an accident.

Then, the bedroom door opened, and she walked in.

At that moment, strangely, though he had no memory of her, his heart started racing upon seeing her.

Next, the niece called out sweetly, "Auntie."

It turned out she was his wife.

This realization brought him an inexplicable sense of peace.

But soon after, a deeper confusion followed.

Because for several days after that, he didn’t see her again.

He had been awake for several days and had roughly pieced together the trajectory of his "past" life.

He was currently the heir to the Sinclair Group and had a wife named Holly Crowe, and reportedly, he loved her very much.

Loved her very much?

Blake Sinclair tried to search through his blank memory for traces of "loving her," but found nothing.

The life in the ancestral hall was rigid and solemn, teaching responsibility and family honor, but never love.

Yet he couldn’t forget the flutter in his heart the moment he saw her enter the room that day.

In the past few days, relying on his instincts and help from those around him, Blake Sinclair quickly adapted to his current life.

However, a certain place in his heart always felt empty.

He asked those around him about Holly Crowe.

The only answer he got was that they had a great relationship.

This answer made him feel like a jerk.

Even though amnesia wasn’t his choice, forgetting his wife was indefensible.

No wonder she hadn’t come to see him.

So, he got her address from Cole Tanner and came here today.

He wanted to know what they used to be like, why she hadn’t come to see him, what she was thinking now.

"I’m sorry," he broke the silence first, "about my amnesia."

Holly shook her head, "There’s nothing to apologize for, it’s not your fault. At the time, you were saving me. If anything, I should be the one thanking you."

"But I forgot you, and everything between us."

"Based on what I’ve learned, we are supposedly husband and wife, and from what others say, we have a very good relationship."

The last two words, he said slowly, as if contemplating his choice of words.

"But I’m very curious, why haven’t I once seen my wife since I woke up?"

He leaned slightly forward, his amber eyes focused on her.

For the first time, Holly detected a trace of grievance in his words.

As she listened and met his amber eyes, an inexplicable anger surged to her head.

What does he have to feel aggrieved about?

Isn’t she the one who should feel wronged?

She kept so many secrets, deceived by him for so long.

And now here he is, erasing it all, forgetting clean, and questioning her about why she hasn’t visited him?

She tugged at the corner of her mouth and threw back at him the same excuses he’d once given her: "Mr. Sinclair, I think you misunderstood. I might not even be considered your wife."

She paused deliberately, slowly adding, "At most, I’m your benefactor. We got married just because I helped you with something big."

Blake Sinclair didn’t expect her to say that.

"But they all say we’re deeply in love."

"Oh, that, acting, you know... you have to play the part, especially in front of others. President Sinclair, isn’t this what you’re best at?"

Her words were soft yet piercing, pricking at his inexplicably restless emotions.

Blake Sinclair didn’t refute immediately, only quietly looked at her for a few seconds.

Then, he stood up and sat on the sofa beside her.

The distance between them closed instantly, close enough for Holly to catch a familiar cedar scent from him.

He turned, facing her.

"Holly," he called her name, "Did I cheat before I lost my memory?"

This man, how did his brain circuit become so strange after amnesia?

"No."

"Then, did you cheat?"

"Blake Sinclair!"

This time Holly was genuinely annoyed, "Try talking nonsense again!"

Her cheeks puffed with anger, her eyes seemed to ignite, yet looked particularly lively.

But before she could react, Blake Sinclair suddenly leaned over, a warmth on her lips.

He kissed her?

As soon as it came, it ended.

The kiss came too suddenly; Holly was frozen in place, looking at him in disbelief.

Blake Sinclair pulled back, seeing her stunned expression, the corners of his eyes lifted slightly.

He reached out, with a hint of affection and playfulness, gently flicking her forehead.

"See, you’re lying," his tone was joyful, with a hint of certainty.

Holly covered her forehead where he flicked, still confused and annoyed.

Blake Sinclair leaned back calmly, analyzing.

"Since neither of us cheated, it shows our relationship is quite alright."

"And even though you verbally deny our relationship, you didn’t seem to show strong resistance or aversion to our recent intimacy."

"Moreover, from what I understand, I was willing to risk my life and even fell into a coma to save you. This clearly goes beyond reciprocating a favor."

He leaned forward again, locking eyes with her,

"So, Mrs. Sinclair, please tell me, if a man hasn’t betrayed a woman, is willing to risk his life, and there is a clear physical attraction and intimacy... "

"How do you expect me to believe that our relationship is merely based on gratitude?"