Prince Recovers His Memory and Abandons Me

"Yes."

I held my breath and felt happy for Nathan. But when I saw his cold face, my joy instantly gave way to dejection.

"Do you want to go home with me?"

"No, I have something to do."

I held back the tears in my eyes. "Okay then, you go ahead."

I turned around to leave.

After a pause, under everyone's unfriendly gaze, I turned to look at Nathan. "May I ask what your full name is?"

Nathan lit a cigarette, blew a smoke ring, and looked at me with steely eyes. "Nathan Garcia."

"Okay." I raised an eyebrow and turned away.

I didn't catch my breath until I was out of there.

I clutched my bag until my knuckles hurt.

It was a good thing that Nathan's memory came back.

It was a good thing indeed.

His memory came back, and he had many things to sort out. I should give him time.

I should give him time.

I went home.

I sat on the sofa in the living room for a while.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

I got up and turned on the computer to make a travel plan.

Nathan would finish his business in a few days and we would travel together.

I wrote and drew on a notebook.

I wanted to go to Boston to see the grasslands, mountains, and herds of cattle and sheep.

I wanted to visit the waterfalls in California and go to Grace Church in Delaware to get a lucky charm for Nathan.

I would find out all the information about every place and then make a travel plan.

Late at night, my heavy eyelids drooped, but my mind was clear.

The next day, the owner of the bridal shop called me.

I then remembered that I made an appointment to take wedding photos today.