What the hell? The woman tried to yank her left hand free from the man's tight grip, but his hold was too strong. Even using all her might, she couldn't break away from his large hand.
Seeing that she couldn't get her hand free, the woman gave up struggling. She looked at him with resignation. "What on earth are you trying to do?"
"Do you," Yves Reginald replied instantly, without a moment's hesitation.
Never expecting the man to say something like that, the woman instantly bristled. She shot him a vicious glare. "Go to hell!"
'Damn it,' she thought, 'this bastard is definitely faking his amnesia.'
"If I die, you'll be a widow!" Seeing her bristle, Yves Reginald's lips curved into a slight smile as he spoke calmly.
He might have lost his memories, but his inherently sly nature hadn't disappeared. The 'military rogue' in him was on full display.
