The woman, utterly speechless, pushed his face away to create some distance. 'We only just met last night, and he was unconscious the whole time. He remembers me? Heh, who is he trying to fool?!'
The woman pulled out of his embrace, crossed her arms, and deliberately asked, "Well then, tell me my name."
'He said he remembers me, didn't he? Well, I'm going to ask for my name and see if he's actually a fool or just playing dumb!'
"Wifey, how could you forget your own name? You're such a silly goose!" Yves shot her a scornful look, his eyes clearly saying, 'Are you stupid or what?!'
Good grief, she was being scorned by an amnesiac. She couldn't believe it. The woman felt like she was about to cough up blood from sheer frustration and shot the man a disgusted glare.
Despite his memory loss, Yves's keen observational skills were still intact. He immediately noticed that hint of disgust for him in the woman's eyes.
