Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife-Chapter 1100: The Target Is Her (1)

The book in his hand had several pages ruffled by the wind. Ou Yanan frowned slightly, pressed the pages down with his palm, and turned to close the window. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He placed the book down with one hand and reached out to close the window with the other.

A voice suddenly appeared behind him: "Have you really lost your memory?"

Someone was there! Ou Yanan quickly turned around and stepped back when he saw a person standing behind him, stopping in his tracks, yet he didn’t cry out.

The man standing in front of him looked to be in his twenties, about the same age as him. His hair was so oily black, it seemed as if it had been soaked in oil—black and shiny. He was dressed entirely in tight black clothing, with a black leather jacket on top. Both hands wore black leather gloves, and he had black athletic hiking shoes on his feet.

His figure was tall and his limbs agile. The tension in the tight clothing hinted at muscular arms and legs full of strength.

His eyes were of the darkest black, like a black hole in the universe, pulling people in, leading them into a bottomless abyss with no end in sight.

A mysterious man imbued with a certain chilling power.

Ou Yanan looked at the man’s face, mostly covered from the nose down by a black cloth. Although he couldn’t see the whole face, the black cloth clung tightly to the man’s facial contours, allowing one to vaguely sketch out the appearance of that face in their mind.

"Have you remembered something?"

The man’s voice was magnetic and carried a hint of familiarity.

"Doesn’t it feel incredible that someone else’s voice sounds so much like yours?"

Yes, it was strikingly similar. With the man’s reminder, Ou Yanan realized he was speaking to a ghost, or more accurately, to his own soul.

Closing the window behind him, Ou Yanan deepened his voice: "Who are you, really?"

"I didn’t believe you lost your memory. But now it seems you’re forcing yourself not to face reality. Are you afraid she’ll get hurt because of it?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Ou Yanan said with a serious face, "but this is my home. You’re trespassing, and I can call the police."

"You can call the police, but why don’t you make the call right now?"

Ou Yanan’s eyes once again fell on the black cloth covering half the man’s face. His gaze gradually deepened, and his breathing grew rapid, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

The man lazily crossed his hands in front of his solid chest, his cold black eyes watching Ou Yanan’s every move like a machine. He detailed every breath, saying, "You have a headache, right? But you don’t look like you do."

"Who are you really?" A trace of pallor passed over Ou Yanan’s face as his hands tightened. This strange yet familiar man stirred an inexplicable fear within him.

"You know who I am," the man said, as his black eyes scanned the medical book Ou Yanan had placed on the desk. "I just didn’t expect that after we parted that last time, you would remember what I said. Are you trying to replace me? Do you really think you are me? Wasn’t your original dream to become a pilot?"

Ou Yanan quickly rushed over, worried the man might snatch his medical book, using his body to shield it.

Seeing this action, the man’s expression changed not only in his eyes but even his face under the black cloth: "Last time, I came secretly once. At that time, you and she hadn’t truly met. Now, it’s different. You’ve met her. You really intend to replace me!"