He really guessed right, but Tessa Caldwell was not going to tell him.
She was afraid he might do something reckless, like falling down the stairs to recover his memory, and what if something happened.
Tessa Caldwell just smiled, "No reason, really, just thought living on the first floor would be more convenient. If I get hungry at night or you're thirsty, we wouldn't have to run up and down the stairs, right?"
Anyway, whether Faye agreed or not, she was as stubborn as a mule, determined to move from the second floor to the first floor.
Faye opened his mouth, just about to say something.
Tessa Caldwell turned around, "I'll go to the closet first."
Faye also went to the closet, leaning half-against the doorway, a casual stance with his long legs slightly crossed, exuding an indescribable lazy allure. As he looked at her, he raised an eyebrow slightly and his red lips curved with an elusive smile.
He said, "Tessa Caldwell, aren't you tired?"
