The Amnesiac CEO and His Canary Chapter 1

Lucas Thorne forgot that I was just his mistress.

Afterward, he clung to me, trying to kiss me.

When I pushed him away, he looked incredibly wronged.

"Wifey, do you not love me anymore?"

I sighed: "Mr. Thorne."

"I'm getting married."

* * *

I didn't know about Lucas's memory loss.

Lucas rarely came to my place, let alone initiated contact, unless he had needs to satisfy.

So when he pressed against me without a word, I didn't find anything strange and instinctively complied with him.

I just felt that Lucas was unusually gentle tonight.

Even though he was clearly uncomfortable, he stopped to wipe away my tears and nuzzled my face soothingly.

Lucas looked at me without speaking.

Yet, I inexplicably understood what he meant.

He was afraid I would be uncomfortable.

Coming out of the bathroom, Lucas stood at the door like he was being punished, staring straight at me. The next second, he clung to me again.

"Why didn't you let me help you wash?"

He wrapped his arms around my waist.

I was startled.

I asked: "Did something happen to you recently?"

Lucas buried his head in the crook of my neck and nuzzled a couple of times.

But he refused to speak.

My intuition told me something was wrong.

I said gently: "Mr. Thorne..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as this address came out, Lucas got anxious.

"I was wrong, I was wrong. I'll tell, I'll tell everything—actually, at the end of last month, I got into a car accident... I didn't mean not to see you during this time, I lied about going on a business trip because I was afraid you would worry..."

No wonder he sent me those baffling messages before.

I asked politely: "Were you hurt anywhere?"

"No." Lucas spun around openly, "See, all intact."

I frowned, not fully believing his words.

Indeed, there were no external injuries, and his strength and endurance were about the same as usual.

But looking at his crazy behavior today, it seemed like his brain was damaged.