Looking at the man who was guarding me like a flood and a beast, my heart aches for a while. I couldn't figure out how the gentle and considerate man who cried and begged me to marry him would pretend to have amnesia and lie to me.
I then replied, “I just wanted to tell you that our cat, Rosie, had three kittens. One is white…”
Before I could finish, he interrupted impatiently, “I don't like cats at all. I also don't remember anything about us.”
I looked straight into his eyes. I was just trying to find a trace of guilt emotion in his gaze. But there wasn't anything at all.
“Cats are such troublesome creatures, only you girls like them. You should stop trying to jog my memory, what can be forgotten is not important.”
Maximilian's face was full of disgust as if it was too annoying to even look at me. “You hurry up and leave me. My girlfriend will be here soon.”
I was just about to leave when the door was pushed open.
“Sorry, Pauline. Maximilian doesn't even remember you now. It's not too good to still live in Maximilian's house, right?”