Suddenly, he recalled the questions she had asked him this morning.
'That damned bastard must have found out and approached my wife.'
'He probably does things just like I do, intentionally keeping her existence a secret.'
'Even worse, he probably got into my bed and slept with my wife.'
His heart went cold, and his gaze gradually turned grim.
Cecilia Adler was taken aback by his reply. 'He hasn't lost his memory?'
'But if he remembers the celebration, why doesn't he remember spending time with me?'
'It's selective amnesia.'
'Or maybe he just doesn't remember me, specifically.'
She was about to probe further when she looked up and met his gloomy gaze. She was getting somewhat used to his mood swings. Patiently, she asked, "Ian, what's wrong? Did you think of something unpleasant?"
