Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 327: Now He Only Remembers Her

"Yes, yes, yes!"

George Harris chuckled and said repeatedly.

Elara Don curled her lips, looking at the caregiver, "Brother, could you help me move this recliner inside and also help him in?"

The caregiver frowned imperceptibly, then complied with her request.

Elara’s eyes flashed with cunning; after the caregiver helped George inside, she waved her clenched fist at the two of them.

Jerk, daring to impersonate her lover! Even if she can’t expose him immediately, she needs to punish him!

"Elly, this is too troublesome. Why don’t I take off my clothes and sit in the bathtub to wash?"

George glanced at the recliner, then at the bathtub, and began undoing buttons.

"Tom, it’s not that I’m stopping you from washing in the bathtub; it’s that your body can’t touch water yet."

Elara looked at the impostor, "If you really want to take a good shower, why don’t I let the doctor come and check you? We’ll listen to the doctor’s advice?"

This impostor definitely doesn’t have any injuries, and the doctor who examined him must have been problematic too.

If he insists on bathing, he will definitely be exposed.

So he shouldn’t be so foolish, right?

"Oh, my body..."

George blurted out, wanting to say his body was fine.

The caregiver shot him a cold glare on the side, eyes full of warning.

George shivered, swallowing the words.

"My body isn’t better yet, it’s really frustrating!"

He really wanted to have a lovers’ bath with this woman.

How much longer before he can enjoy this heartily?

"Alright, just lie down. I’ll wash your hair, maybe massage you a bit, and perhaps you’ll remember something from the past."

Elara pulled the recliner next to the bathtub, indicating George to lie down.

George didn’t think much and lay down, closing his eyes, ready to enjoy.

Elara knelt by the side, turning on the faucet to adjust the water temperature.

Suddenly her hand shook, causing the water to splash directly onto George’s face.

The rushing water startled George, making him open his mouth, ready to jump up.

Elara pressed his head down with one hand, keeping him from moving.

"Mmm, Elly..."

George closed his eyes, wanting to speak, but the water kept pouring into his mouth, forcing him to shut it.

Water covered his face, nearly suffocating him.

Elara’s eyes gleamed, waiting a moment before apologizing, "Oops, sorry, sorry, I slipped. Tom, are you alright?"

"Ah! Elly, is this washing my hair? Are you trying to drown me?"

George jumped up abruptly, wiping water from his face and gasping.

Elara stood up from the ground, feigning innocence, "Tom, I said I slipped. Why are you being so harsh?"

George glared at her and impatiently waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it, just be careful next time, don’t slip again."

"Got it."

Elara curled her lips seeing George lie back down, and adjusted the water temperature towards cold.

"Ouch, why is it cold? Make it warmer."

"Oh, okay."

"Ah! It’s hot, hot, hot! Elara Don, are you trying to scald me?"

"Sorry, sorry!"

"Ah, bubbles got in my eyes!"

"I squeezed too much, sorry, let me wipe them for you."

"..."

Elara feigned panic while teasing George.

Until George, furious, stood up, "Not washing anymore!"

"Ah? But your hair isn’t fully washed yet, there are still bubbles!"

Elara feigned innocence.

George glared at her, "Why are you so clumsy? It’s just washing my hair, how can you not manage such a simple task?"

"Tom, you’re scolding me again? Seems like after you fell, you don’t like me anymore. I was a bit naive in life, you never used to be so harsh. Since that’s the case, I’ll just leave."

Elara feigned grievance and turned to leave.

The caregiver standing by, Elara said, "Don’t just stand there; you’re paid. Go help him wash his hair!"

The caregiver gave her a glance, responded, then looked at George with a hint of disdain.

Want him to help wash his hair?

He was there to monitor him, not to serve him.

"Hey, the water got in my ear."

"Ouch, can’t you be more gentle?"

"Ah, you pulled my hair!"

"..."

Elara leaned against the wall, listening to the sounds from inside, her lips curling coldly.

These two jerks, who on earth sent them?

Tom, where on earth are you?

In a small villa outside the city.

The man on the bed stirred his eyelids, slowly waking up.

His handsome face still bore injuries.

His sharp eyes now held the confusion of someone just waking.

He looked at the ceiling above, frowning, and struggled to sit up from the bed.

His head hurt, and so did his body.

Where was he?

Who was he?

Victoria Don pushed the door open. Seeing Damon Hawke awake, her eyes lit up.

"Damon, you’re awake?"

Damon rubbed his temples, slowly lifted his head to look at Victoria, the confusion in his gaze instantly turning sharp.

"Who are you? Where is this?"

Victoria walked to the bedside, looked at him steadily, with some apprehension in her heart.

Although she had him put under Gu, she wasn’t sure if the spell would work.

Does he really only remember her and not anyone else?

"Damon, I’m Victoria Don, the woman you love most. Do you not remember me?"

Upon hearing this, Damon furrowed his brow, feeling as if his head was exploding.

"The woman you love most is Victoria Don. The woman you hate most is Elara Don. Four years ago, Elara Don shamelessly climbed into your bed, forcibly separating you from Victoria Don!"

Such words appeared in his mind.

Damon held his head, tightly furrowed his brow.

"Damon, what’s wrong? Are you alright?"

Victoria’s eyes flickered as she sat on the bed, asking with concern.

As the pain slowly subsided, Damon slowly raised his head to look at Victoria.

"I remember you, you’re Victoria Don, the woman I love most. What’s happening to me?"

Success!

Damon now truly only remembered her!

Victoria felt a secret joy within.

She restrained her upward curling lips and began speaking, "You were sabotaged, falling off a cliff. Thankfully, a kind traveling doctor saved you; I’ll tell you the details slowly."

"Okay."

Damon nodded, weakly leaning against the bedside, staring steadily at Victoria.

Victoria felt proud, reached out to touch his face, "Damon, thank goodness you woke up, otherwise what would I do alone?"

Damon frowned, his head unconsciously tilting to the side to dodge Victoria’s hand.

Victoria’s hand froze in place, her eyes revealing something.

"Damon, you don’t like me getting close to you?"

Wasn’t it said that with Gu, he would unconditionally follow and be close to her?

Yet he just dodged her hand!

"Sorry, I don’t dislike you getting close. It’s just..."

Damon felt an indescribable sensation inside.

The woman before him, he wanted to be close but also not.

Why?