You, Will, Regret It!

"Are you really my fiancé, Lady Allynna Moon?" Leon muttered. 

He raised his hand and placed it on her soft lips. Her hands slightly tremble as she touched her lips, as soft as cotton. He moved his finger to the corner of her lips as he held his breath, afraid the girl would be aware of his presence. 

"But why do I have no memory of you? There is no image of you appearing in my mind. What should I do now?" He pulled his hand away from her face and clenched it tightly. He was so angry with himself. Everyone around him said that she was his wife. But how could he forget this beautiful little lady? How could he forget his wife?

Feeling gloomy, Leon grabbed his hair in annoyance with his two hands. He lowered his head between his knees before he said in a barely audible voice, "If this lady is really my wife, please make me remember…."