106. To Edgar's apartment

"My lunch," Angela said quietly looking at how the man in front of her wore a satisfied and full expression after finishing her lunch.

"Your lunch is really delicious. Did you cook it yourself?" Edgar wiped his lips with the tissue he picked up on the table, his face full of satisfaction.

"Yes, I cooked it myself before Fajr arrived. Why don't you have your lunch outside?" Angela looked at the face of the man who had left a seed in her womb but now he had lost his memory.

"I'm not used to eating outside food. I also usually bring food from home but right now I haven't stocked up on food in the apartment so I… didn't bring any food from home." Edgar replied.

Angela frowned.

"So he's living in an apartment now? Doesn't he remember having a house and living with me? Well, the important thing is that he stays well." Angela muttered to herself.