"You see, even though I've told you everything about the past, and stayed by your side taking care of you despite everything, in your eyes, am I still not just a stranger?"
"So..."
At the turning point, she paused for a few seconds, took a breath, and then slowly continued: "I think you're right. Before you regain your memory, I shouldn't be involved with you anymore. I also don't know how long it will take you to remember the past, so I've decided that during this period when your memory hasn't returned, we'll both live our own lives, and no one interferes with the other."
Her gaze involuntarily lowered, finally landing on the suit bag that the flight attendant had touched.
She stared at that bag for a few seconds, then curled her lips into a somewhat enigmatic smile: "You flirt with your girls, I'll chat my chats, isn't that great?"
"The request was made by you, I've already agreed to it, and you have no objections to the same, right?"
Matthew Saxon's brow furrowed tightly.
