"Nothing. I'd like to have a talk with you." Tom sat down beside Patricia. His love for her was imnse, so he decided to take the initiative to start so sort of courtship.
"About what?" Patricia didn't know what ga Tom was playing. They already had a long talk about rehabilitation not long ago. What did Tom want to talk about this ti?
"Well, I want to talk to you about your amnesia." Tom looked Patricia directly in the eye. No one could escape from the facts.
"I'm recovering well. Why should we talk about this again?" Patricia was nervous. Was Tom seeing through her now? Was it ti for the big revelation? If so, what should she do?
"Don't you want to have your complete mory restored?" Tom pondered more seriously. Didn't she want her missing mory back? Maybe she didn't want to rember anything about him.
"If it's a bad mory, I'd rather not rember it. I do think that I rember everything, despite everyone telling otherwise." Patricia stared at Tom. If she'd lose him after she rembered the past, she'd rather not go down that route.
"So it doesn't matter if you forget so things about ?" Tom knew that Patricia had a lot to hate about him in the past. She surely wouldn't want to recall those days with him.
"But I know you now, right? Isn't that all that matters? Why do you think the past is so important?" Patricia bowed her head. She felt apologetic, but she didn't say anything about it.
"Okay, I hear you. Whatever you say." Tom knew it was a lie. He put on a bitter smile. For better or worse, no one wanted to be forgotten.
"Co on, Tom. How about a smile? Don't be so damn serious. I an, we are already in a hospital." Patricia was as lively and active as ever. Eve
ould feel at ease now that she was ho.
"Ah yeah, sorry I forgot and left it sowhere. Actually, have you seen it? Did you call ?" She stayed in the workroom all day and forgot the ti. Close to six o'clock pm, she realized that she hadn't bought any food and there was nothing to cook for dinner, so she rushed to the supermarket.
"How heavy are these. Why did you have to buy so many things?" Kevin grumbled. Leena always bought much food every ti she went to the supermarket.
"That's all right. I have gotten used to it. I'm sorry! I was so absorbed in my sample drawings that I forgot the ti, so I haven't cooked anything yet," Leena apologized and followed Kevin into the kitchen. She could only cook so simple dishes tonight.
"You're my wife, not a hired cook. You don't have to apologize to for that, you know." Kevin put down the grocery bags in his hands and turned to look at Leena. His face grew solemn because her apology was unnecessary.
"Hey! You look too serious, Major General! Of course I know I'm your wife, not your mistress." Leena grinned. She didn't look very good as she had been sleeping little recently.
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