Warren Prescott elongated the vowel sound, saying "Oh?" and asked, "Do you an that Mark is lying to ?"
Assistant Lowell was sweating profusely from his forehead.
", how could I dare lie to you?"
Warren turned to Ashley Shaw: "So it’s you who’s lying to ?"
Ashley’s mouth twitched, what on earth was all this?
After a second of silence, she said, "He didn’t lie to you, and I didn’t lie to you either. It’s just that he might have gotten the wrong person; the one you like isn’t , it’s soone else. Assistant Lowell is not very familiar with , so he might have mixed up with her."
She paused and looked at Assistant Lowell again, with a smile on her face: "Isn’t that right, Assistant Lowell?"
The expression on Assistant Lowell’s face was one of utter despair.
Both sides are trying to kill him here!
But what could he do?
Ashley had already said things to this extent, so he could only follow her lead and vaguely say, "Mr. Prescott Jr., I’ve been with you for less than three months, maybe I really got it wrong..."
Warren furrowed his brow.
Mark hadn’t said that to him before.
He actually didn’t believe it at all, but looking at Ashley’s expression, there wasn’t the slightest hint of guilt, and she seed very certain.
And as for Ariana Grant next to them, she also had an expression of "that’s exactly how it is."
He had just t Ariana today, but it was clear she was a timid and honest person. If Ashley was lying, there was no way she’d look so calm.
So could it really be that Assistant Lowell was wrong?
Warren’s mind couldn’t quite wrap around it for a mont.
He had been following Mark’s words and his own instincts to do things.
Now, what Ashley said completely overturned his original worldview, how could he calmly and quickly accept it?
After half a day’s silence, he asked, "Then who is it that I like?"
Ashley responded with calm certainty: "Rosalind Lynch."
Warren tried hard to recall, but now when he tried to rember, his head didn’t hurt, but he felt very irritated.
It was like a computer that was jamd after being used too long, and you’re eager to search a webpage, but it just keeps refreshing without loading, making one irritable.
The na "Rosalind Lynch," even after searching for a while, elicited no reaction.
Not even a basic sense of familiarity.
Unlike with Ashley.
When Mark initially ntioned that na, a very strong, yet indescribable sense of complexity arose in his mind.
He no longer believed what Ashley was saying.
"Do you have any proof?"
Ashley chuckled lightly: "What need is there for proof? Just casually ask soone from our high school and you’ll know."
Rosalind, unlike her and Warren, didn’t repeat a grade. Although she graduated a year earlier, the school was full of her "little brothers."
The little brothers had long spread the word that the one Warren liked was Rosalind Lynch.
Seeing how certain she was, Warren furrowed his brows again.
"But..."
Ashley directly interrupted Warren, saying: "If you hadn’t ntioned it, I wouldn’t have rembered. As soon as you ntioned it, I recalled that several of your old friends have co to Aethelgard to study. If you want to rember, you can find those friends. Maybe sothing will co to mind."
"What about you?" Warren asked, "You don’t care about anymore?"
This question left Ashley montarily speechless.
"How should I care for you..."
"You promised Mark to help recover my mory."
Assistant Lowell felt another chill run down his back.
Why sell him out again?!
Ashley remained calm, having treated Warren like a child since he lost all his mory, and children do like being cared for, don’t they?
So she calmly replied, "I don’t have that much ti to care for you. Tomorrow our classes officially start, and we’ll only have a little ti on weekends. You’re not very familiar with , so instead of waiting for , finding your old classmates will be just the sa."
"So does that an you’ll have ti on weekends?"
Ashley didn’t know how Warren ca to that conclusion and patiently said, "There might be, but it’s not certain."
"Then I’ll co find you to play on weekends."
Ashley thought: See, he really is a child, always talking about playing.
She was quite understanding towards "children," so she said, "We’ll see then, if I have ti, I’ll play with you, alright?"
Warren nodded contentedly.
Assistant Lowell and Ariana, both of whom hadn’t lost their mory, instantly recognized that Ashley was just humoring a child.
Their expressions varied, but no one said anything.
"Did you all eat enough just now?" Warren said, "I saw you didn’t seem to eat much of the food here, how about we change places?"
Ashley realized then.
The food here really didn’t suit her taste; Warren must have noticed, which is why he asked the server to remove the dishes.
However, she waved her hand and politely declined.
"We also promised a friend to bring sothing back, so we won’t eat."
Warren asked, "Eating so little, aren’t you hungry?"
Ashley shook her head: "I have a small appetite by nature."
Warren imdiately looked at Ariana.
That expression clearly said: Ashley has a small appetite, but surely you don’t, right?
Ariana felt a bit awkward, but she didn’t dare argue with Warren.
So she said, "I have a big appetite, but I’m on a diet recently, I ate enough just now, I can’t have more."
Warren looked regretful.
Had he known earlier, he wouldn’t have teased Noelle, maybe he could’ve kept her a bit longer.
"Since that’s the case, let take you both for a look around nearby, and get so snacks and fruits to take back..."
Ashley waved her hand again: "No need, we promised a classmate to bring back a cake; we’ll just buy sothing at the cake shop."
"Then I’ll take you to the cake shop..."
Perhaps fearing Ashley would reject him again, he quickly added: "I’m not full either and want to get a cake to take back."
With him saying that, Ashley couldn’t refuse anymore.
And seeing him like this... he seed quite pitiable.
Not rembering anything, he probably just wanted to make so friends.
So she nodded in agreent.
Warren’s face showed clear happiness, making Ashley and Ariana find him even more pitiful.
In life, even though so mories are painful, if the happy ones are also gone, the body would beco a walking corpse.
After deciding, Assistant Lowell drove them to a chain cake shop.
Ashley picked two palm-sized small cakes, one for Jocelyn Hayes and one for Lynn Redding.
Ariana chose a bag of whole wheat bread for breakfast the next day.
Then it was Warren’s turn to choose.
He ca here just as an excuse to spend more ti with Ashley. Even though he didn’t rember anything, he really enjoyed being with her.
He was acting purely on instinct now.
So when the two of them looked his way, he subconsciously grabbed the small cake closest to his hand.
Ashley looked over.
She saw that the small cake Warren was holding was a very childish cake with a Pretty Lamb doll on top.
She sighed inwardly: He really has beco a child indeed.
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