His Wonderful Madam, Harriet Goldlane

Daniel looked at Liam with a dumbfounded expression. What just happened? He found Liam's question confusing.

“You don't remember about Madam at all, Milord? You don't remember what happened before you fell unconscious?" asked Daniel who also looked very worried for his master.

Liam fell silent and shook his head.

“For goodness sake…” Daniel's chest tightened, making him take a deep breath.

Liam's eyes were filled with extreme fear. He was afraid of his inability to remember anything. He was afraid of losing that precious feeling. He was afraid of losing his memory of that woman–

“No… oh, no, I can't even remember her name. What's my wife's name, Daniel? Tell me, please," Liam begged softly, trying to lower his voice, hiding his fear from the woman behind the door.

“Young Lord…” hearing how desperate Liam was, Daniel's voice began to tremble. “…You married Madam Harriet Goldlane a few months ago. She married you after agreeing to the deal made by the Old Duke…”