The Bigshot Who Kept Me Lost His Memory

13#

"Anything else?" I looked at him expectantly.

"No... maybe we kissed the wrong way."

"What?"

"Judy, please open your mouth a little more."

I froze.

14#

Lucas was asleep.

After kissing me for more than half an hour, he was tired.

Damn, I wanted to beat him!

I had cooperated with him for so long in vain. He didn't remember anything.

Damn!

I got up and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. There was a wind at night, and the corner of my red silk pajamas was blown up. The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and flowers.

I hadn't smoked or worn red for three years just because Lucas liked simple and innocent girls.

.

I had followed Paisley's example, wearing a white cotton dress, quitting smoking, and cooking for him.

But a substitute was always a substitute. No matter how much I tried to imitate, I couldn't become someone else.