Jennifer's POV I was taken aback by Meredith's, and I wondered why she was asking when she was the one who sent me to pick the file in Lyons' study room.“What are you saying? I didn't steal anything, you asked me to go pick up a file in the boss's study room, which I did, and delivered it to you.” I blurted, and Lyon faced Meredith, who shook her head in denial.“That's not true, why would I ask that of her? I think you should start talking about why you visited his study room,” she rasped, but I stood my ground that I didn't steal the files from him. Meredith suggested searching my room, and Lyon asked his men to ransack my room, but I was confident that they wouldn't find anything in there.“We found it, boss!” One of his men announced coming out of my room with a file, which I recalled was the one I delivered to Meredith.“That file? Is it not the one I delivered to you earlier today? What is it doing in my room?” I blurted, and that was when I realized what trouble I was in.I
Jennifer's POV I thought perhaps I heard Lyon wrong, so I didn't let go of him, but he yanked me off his body, and the push almost made me lose my balance, but I was able to manage.“What's going on?” I asked, looking at the man whose nose was scrunched in disgust, and I wondered what I did wrong. Did he not say he remembered his memories when he was being so hostile?“How dare you think of jumping on me? Is this one of your seductive moves? Are you not working overtime?” Lyon rasped, and I wondered what he meant by that. “Seductive moves? What are you–” I was saying, but he cut me off.“I recalled everything about you, but I wished the memories wouldn't come back because you disgust me now.” He rumbled, and I pondered on what he meant, but his next words caught me off guard.“I want you to fuck me, professor.” He mumbled, and my eyes widened in shock. I studied his facial expression. I could tell that he wasn't pleased by what he just remembered; if this was the context of what he
Jennifer's POV “That witch! How dare she blame me for everything!” I screamed as I banged my hand on the kitchen counter. I wanted to go back upstairs to yank her head off, but I held myself knowing I mustn't cause any problem if I would rather not get out of the house. “Hold it in, Jennifer! You wanted this, remember?” I mumbled, and I calmed down, knowing this was my call. I decided to swallow all these because I wanted to help Lyon recover his memories, but would all this be worth it at the end of the day?I jolted out of my thoughts when I heard footsteps in the kitchen, and when I raised my head, I hissed, seeing who came. ‘What does she want from me now?’ I mulled in my head.“Looks like you have a lot of thinking to do, but I need you to go pick a document for Lyon in his study room.” Meredith said, and I was shocked to hear that.“Is Lyon awake? Is that why he needs the document?” I asked, but Meredith denied it, saying that she just wanted to get the document ready for him.
Meredith's POV “How dare you trigger him like that?” I screamed as I slapped Jennifer across the face, and I watched her wince in pain as she held her face in her hands. I wished I could slap her more to relieve the anger I was feeling, but I didn't want the people around to think I was bullying her.We were currently in Lyon's room after he fainted; the doctor was around to attend to him. They said he was stressed, which was what triggered his memories, which I wanted to seal up in his brain. How dare she think of ruining everything for me?“Why are you blaming me? I'm also worried about him, and I don't know–” she rasped, but I didn't care. I just wanted her to disappear at the moment, but it seems that one thing is not going right for me.“Are you saying you are not at fault?” I breathed, but she didn't reply to me as she pushed me aside and faced the doctor who was attending to Lyon at the time. “Please, doctor, is he going to be alright?” She asked, but before the doctor could r
Lyon's POV “What!” She exclaimed, and that jolted me back to my senses. What did I just say to my housekeeper?“I—I didn't mean to—” I stuttered, and I trailed off seeing that I wasn't making any sense. I knew I had been acting strange ever since I woke up from a coma, but ever since I arrived back home, I noticed I was more strange. And it always had something to do with my housekeeper. I got unnecessarily nervous around her, and I tended to notice that her mood changed, but why?Just like now, I was supposed to be in the study room, and seeing her alone in the garden, I decided to join her, but why did I spew such nonsense?“I bet you don't mean that, right? Or do you?” She asked, her eyes beaming with stars, and for a while, I was star-struck. How could any man think of playing around with such a beautiful woman? Even with the burn on her face, she looked irresistibly beautiful under the moonlight, but immediately I realized what I was doing. I jolted out of my reverie.“No, of c
Jennifer's POV“Good tidings? Why are you moving in?” I mean, we are not married anymore, so I don't see a reason why you are–” Lyon was saying, but Meredith just cut him off. “Are you saying I can't stay here? I just want to keep you company since you might be bored–and trust me, I'm just doing this for a friend,” she explained, but I knew that was a lie . "Oh, then you can stay, and leave tomorrow morning." Lyon mumbled, but I knew that wouldn't happen.I was surprised by Meredith's entrance, but I decided to be polite and offered her dinner. As I was serving the food, Meredith pulled a lot of tricks which made me make a lot of mistakes, and she blamed it on my incompetence. “How did you even get this job if you aren't good at it?” Meredith rumbled, and I sighed heavily. “What nonsense are you saying? I'm sure I employed her because she's good; she might just be out of it because she has a lot on her mind.” Lyon said, and I smiled.He always defended me no matter what, which made
Jennifer's POV I looked at the check Meredith was holding, and I couldn't imagine why the woman liked to trample on me anytime she got the chance. I reached out for it with shaky hands, and I smirked seeing her triumphant smile, but her smile faded when I tore the paper into pieces. “Thanks, but no, thanks; I'm going back to the house—” I rasped, and she hollered in anger.“What! Have you lost it? Did you think you would be able to survive the humiliation of Lyon not being remembered by him? How long will you be able to do that? Did you think you would even last?” Meredith rambled, and I smirked, seeing how tense she was.“I'm going to last, so you can sit back and watch!” I mumbled, but Meredith was spiteful.“No, you won't! Especially not with that hideous face!" She slammed.“Then watch me do it. Watch me break your lies and have Lyon remember me, but did you think you would be saved if he did remember?” I taunted, but it was like I touched a sore spot, as she looked immediately,
Jennifer's POV My lips quivered in fear as those words left my mouth. I didn't even know what I was thinking to introduce myself as his housekeeper when I knew I should be running away from him, but I couldn't help it.He was standing so close to me, yet it felt he was so far. His gaze didn't hold the warmth it always had for me, but seeing how he was concerned about me, I decided not to give up on us. So what if he forgot about me? I could just make him remember me; maybe this was the heaven's test for our relationship.“Proof? Did you mean I should prove to you that I'm your housekeeper?” I asked, and I panicked a little because I wasn't expecting that. “We signed a contract together; don't you remember?” I added, and I watched him squint his eyes like he was trying to remember something. “Don't push it, Lyon. It's true, she's your housekeeper,” Meredith affirmed, and I sighed in relief.“Oh, but why is it that I can't remember you at all, not even a detail?” Lyon rasped, and I cr
Lyon's POV“Your vitals are okay, and your wounds are healing up; you should be getting discharged in a few days.” The doctor explained, and my family beamed with excitement hearing such news. That was the first time they looked so relieved ever since I woke up, but I didn't share that excitement with them.I was puzzled about a lot of things, and even though the doctors told me that I was lucky because my condition was critical when I was brought in, and it was only a miracle that I survived, a question kept lingering in my mind.Where was I going in a rush before I got into an accident? My driver was a careful person, and he would never jeopardize our lives carelessly, so what went wrong?“Thanks, but are you sure about that? I feel weird, like I'm forgetting something, and there's this strange gap in my head that feels like something was filling it before. Are you sure the surgery didn't have complications?” I asked, and the doctors looked awkward with my questions.“Nothing is wro