Summary
After losing my memory, I mistook my nemesis for my husband.
And even moved into his house.
On the day my memory returned, I was tugging on his sleeve, asking for a kiss.
The memories flooded back, and I froze, just about to run away.
But the always-cold man frowned, lowered his head, and gave me a kiss, his tone helpless:
“Alright, can you stay at home like a good girl now?”