The Soft-Hearted Wife of Mr. Big Shot-Chapter 212: Intermittent Amnesia

When Holly Sawyer woke up, it was already the next morning. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, bewildered by her surroundings.

How did she end up back here?

She clearly remembered going to The Pantheon and visiting Diana Curtis. Why was she back home?

"Awake now, time for breakfast."

Leo Grant brought in breakfast, placing it on the table beside the bed. He looked at Holly with a soft smile on his lips.

Breakfast was wontons, steaming hot.

Holly sat up, baffled. She looked at Leo with confusion written all over her face, her eyes filled with questions.

So strange.

She remembered getting a call from Walter Bennett yesterday and rushing out. She had no recollection of returning home. How did she end up back home?

"What’s wrong?"

Seeing Holly’s dazed expression, Leo chuckled lightly and gently ruffled her hair, his voice exceptionally gentle.

"How did I get back?"

Holly lightly bit her lip and asked Leo.

"Why ask that?"

"Of course, my Holly came home on her own."

"What? Did you forget everything after one night’s sleep, not remembering a thing?"

Leo gently tapped Holly’s forehead and spoke slowly.

His eyes filled with sincerity, seeming devoid of falsehood.

"Ah, is that so?"

Holly tilted her head, looking at Leo. She was a bit skeptical but simultaneously believed Leo wouldn’t lie to her.

It seemed unlikely Leo would lie about something so trivial.

"Have some breakfast. You must be hungry after sleeping for so long."

Leo gently ruffled Holly’s hair and spoke softly.

The young girl must be hungry after such a long sleep.

Unexpectedly, she really forgot everything that happened yesterday.

Six years ago, Walter Bennett had told Leo everything verbatim, and Leo sympathized deeply with Holly.

Fortunately, he managed to save the young girl, and thankfully, she was okay now.

Everything else was trivial, as long as Holly was okay. Forgetting was the best thing.

In Holly’s memory now, her hands had never been stained with blood, only life.

And that’s not too bad.

"Haven’t brushed my teeth yet."

Holly lightly bit her lip, refusing Leo’s offer to have breakfast.

She had just woken up and opened her eyes without brushing her teeth yet, and now she was expected to eat breakfast. Really.

"Then hurry up and freshen up, Holly."

Leo smiled, gently ruffling Holly’s hair and encouraging her.

Holly got up to freshen up, and Leo picked up his phone, sending a message to Walter Bennett.

Walter was absolutely right. Holly forgot everything after she woke up, just like Holly from six years ago.

She had disappeared for a long time, and when she reappeared at The Pantheon, she didn’t mention a word about the previous events. When asked, she even thought they were joking.

She seemed like she didn’t remember anything, as if it never happened.

In the bathroom, the sound of running water could be heard. Leo put down his phone, looking at the bathroom door, his expression pensive.

What was going on with the young girl’s condition?

"Today we have wontons, smells so good."

"It shouldn’t be the place downstairs, nor any place nearby."

After freshening up, Holly smelled the steaming wontons on the table, her smile growing infinitely.

She had always been passionate about food, and her memory for it was excellent, allowing her to clearly identify where any dish came from.

If she had eaten it before, she could accurately tell which restaurant it was from. That’s how amazing it was.

"Very accurate guess."

Leo said, indeed as Holly claimed.

The young girl’s love for food was unusually passionate; she could even make such guesses.

"I haven’t had this before."

"Where did you buy it, brother? The taste is alright."

Holly scooped a wonton into her mouth with a spoon, swallowed, and looked at Leo inquiringly.

She could truly discern the taste; her taste buds were a wonderful thing.

"Why do you think I bought it, hmm?"

Leo suddenly laughed, fixing his eyes on Holly, finding it amusing.

The wontons were handmade by him. He got up early, made the wonton filling, and rolled the wonton wrappers just so Holly could enjoy them upon waking up.

He meticulously prepared it for Holly, wanting to make her breakfast himself.

"Did you make them yourself, brother?"

Holly blinked and looked at Leo inquisitively.

Leo nodded, "Yes."

"I rolled the wonton wrappers myself, and the meat filling was mixed by my own hands. It’s all the taste you love."

Leo said, looking at Holly with eyes full of indulgence and tenderness.

It’s all Holly’s favorites.

Leo believed that his handmade preparation perfectly matched Holly’s taste because he knew her preferences inside out.

"Did you make them this morning?"

Holly asked.

All the ingredients were fresh, lacking the taste of leftovers. Holly could tell the wontons were made early in the morning by Leo.

"Mhmm."

Leo nodded.

Holly’s taste buds were so discerning he had to be straightforward, unable to fool Holly about these things.

"You can make them the night before, freeze them, and then just cook them the next day, brother."

"Otherwise, getting up so early the next day, I’d feel bad for you."

"I want you to make me breakfast without getting tired, not while wearing yourself out."

Holly looked earnestly into Leo’s eyes, speaking with gentle sincerity.

Eating breakfast made by Leo every morning made her feel incredibly happy, overflowing with joy every day.

But she didn’t want Leo to be exhausted because he had work to do every day, and waking up meant no time to rest.

"Sure, I understand."

Leo nodded gently.

"Brother, why don’t I make breakfast for you in the future?"

Holly nibbled her lip lightly. She spoke slowly, her voice sincere.

Every day she was idle, lounging lazily at home all day, rarely going out the door.

She thought breakfast should be her responsibility, so Leo could eat well and then go to work.

"No need, you just sleep until you naturally wake up."

"I didn’t find a girlfriend to work, but to spoil. So, I’ll do my best to pamper you."

Leo gently shook his head. He reached out to ruffle Holly’s hair, his tone indulgent yet tender.

Holly was like a little lazy cat, very fond of sleeping. He couldn’t bear to see her waking up early to make breakfast. It pained him deeply.