The Reset of Liam Carter Chapter 2

Liam left quite a few things in our small home.

I packed them all up and sent them back to the Zhou family. I confirmed with his mother that Liam wasn't there before going, but unexpectedly ran into him returning just as I was leaving.

As the elevator doors opened, he twirled his car keys, his eyes meeting mine, and let out an "Ah".

"It's you." He stepped aside. "Did you come to see me? I'm fine now. Thanks for coming."

I quickly controlled my expression and stepped out of the elevator.

"No, I heard from your mom."

Liam hesitated to speak, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Um... sorry, I lost a few years of memory, so I don't really remember who you are... To visit me at home, was our relationship pretty good? Were we colleagues?"

Although I was mentally prepared, hearing him say this still caused a dull pain in my heart, and endless bitterness welled up.

Forcing down the surging emotions, I tried to keep my voice steady:

"Yeah. We were in the same project group. I'm Alex. When you return to work, I can help you catch up."

Liam's expression relaxed, revealing a grateful smile.

"Thanks. Want to come up and sit for a while?"

I could tell it was just politeness.

Not long after we got together, Liam took me home.

I wandered downstairs, hugging a pillar, afraid to go up.

He hoisted me onto his shoulder and carried me into the elevator, trapping me in the corner so I had nowhere to run.

At that time, he smiled and comforted me: "Don't worry, my mom doesn't hit people. If she really does, I'll carry you and run."

I looked at Liam, who was wearing a distant smile now, and lowered my eyes.

"No need. See you at the company."

Back in the car, I opened the memo app, fingers trembling as I noted another one:

[ Taste regressed, the cologne he chose smells awful. ]

Almost 30 items now. The progress I anticipated was already halfway done.

But no matter how many flaws I came up with, none could erase even a bit of his weight in my heart.

I leaned back against the seat and sighed, when suddenly there was a knock on the car window.

It was Liam.

I rolled down the window, and he leaned down to look at me.

"Maybe I'm being nosy, but are you really okay? You looked a bit pale just now."

I rubbed my face: "It's nothing, maybe just a bit tired."

"Should I call a designated driver for you? I got into an accident because I was distracted while driving, better to be cautious."

No one knew what he went out to do that day.

A few days before the accident, I vaguely felt he was hiding something from me, but I was never one to get to the bottom of things.

Now that the person involved had forgotten everything cleanly, I would never know.

"Thank you."

After being thanked by him so many times these past two days, I finally returned one.

"But don't worry, I value my life very much, I'll be careful driving."