Perhaps the action was a bit too much, someone on the sofa shivered, turned around, and continued to sleep.

When she turned around, she saw a table of food in the kitchen, her feet seemed to be nailed to the floor, looking at that table of food, she reached out her hand... was it still hot?


Her eyes flashed with surprise.

"Ashley?"

Behind her, a thick nasal voice, that person probably just woke up, called softly.


She didn't answer.

"Ashley, am I dreaming again?"


But looking at that person pinching his arm, she hoarsely called out: "Isn't this a dream, Ashley, are you back?"

"When did you come back?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Milan brought you food."

She stood there motionless, her eyes watching that person stand up, and turn on the light, a warm light suddenly shone down. That person served her food while constantly nagging, "Ashley doesn't know, right? Milan knows how to cook a lot. I learned it on TV." 

She glanced over and saw the bowl of white rice placed in front of her, still steaming hot. 'Selma said you were very good, did Selma lie to me? Do you only eat late at night?"

'No. Milan has already eaten, it's not even dark yet and I've already eaten."

It's not even dark yet and he's already eaten?

Her face suddenly sank: "Lies. The food is still hot, from evening until now, how can the food still be hot?"

Her voice was a little serious.

The other person's face was full of grievance: "Milan didn't lie."

He had already eaten.

"I don't know, our family's food also has a heating function." She coldly mocked.

The other person's face was full of stubbornness: "Milan didn't lie, Milan wouldn't lie to Ashley."

"Oh, then tell me, what's the matter?"

"Hot. Oh no. The food is cold, Milan will reheat it."

Although he spoke vaguely, the woman understood and suddenly trembled. "You... The food is cold, you will reheat it?... Why?" She suppressed her suddenly pounding heart, without blinking, looking straight ahead.

An answer appeared.

The woman clenched her palm, but in her palm, an invisible wet patch was soaked.

She... was so nervous that she was sweating?

It was unimaginable.

"Wait for Ashley."

As soon as these words entered her ears, her rapidly beating heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Squinting, she calmly asked: "Did Selma tell you? I'll be back tonight?"

The other person shook his head.

She pouted: "Then how did you know I'd be back today?"

"I didn't know Ashley would be back today."

What does he mean?

Not knowing that she would come back today, but made a table of food, cold then hot, hot then cold, will it be reheated?

'I want, Ashley to come back, to be able to eat those hot dishes." The other person said.

Suddenly an answer rushed into her mind, she looked calm, but she was a little confused, and hesitantly asked: 'You make food… for me every day?"

'Yes."

Her hands suddenly tensed.

'Every day the food gets cold then hot, if it gets cold, will you reheat it?"

'Yes." The other person nodded: 'I want Ashley to come back and eat the hot food that Milan made."

She suddenly lowered her head, if possible, she didn't want to admit, at this moment, she was moved by this, and wavered by this.

She picked up the bowl and chopsticks on the table, eating one bite at a time.

To be honest, the taste of the food, wasn't very good.

This person didn't have any innate talent for cooking, but she felt that the food in her mouth, today was very fragrant.

Crazy.

Ashley. You're crazy.

Her heart was screaming, she quietly ate all the food on the table.

When she was lying on the bed, her heart was in chaos, she walked into the bedroom, and the other person was like a tail, following her as if following a pattern, still holding the blanket she had just brought into the living room.

This time the woman didn't chase him away, the man was like a child, his eyes were pitch black, and in an instant, he lit up with joy.

The woman lay on the bed, her heart was in chaos.

Thinking about the changes in this person in a few days past, thinking of that night, the person who knew nothing about this world, hid her under his body, faced many bad guys, and suffered many blows for her.

He could have run away, but he didn't.

Thinking of this person waking up in the middle of the night, warming her feet... In the end, who was Milan?

The other side of the bed suddenly sank, the woman stiffened, instinctively had to scream coldly, in the end, suddenly fell silent, only hugged her blanket, dodged to the side, coldly said: "Each person must sleep alone, you are not allowed to enter my blanket, even more so, do not touch me. Otherwise, I will not need you anymore."

The person yawned, and very tactfully asked: "Milan obediently listen, Ashley will need Milan?"

The woman's face immediately stiffened.

She was asked randomly by this person again. She stiffly said: "Go to sleep quickly, if you dare to say another word, I will throw you out."

The other person didn't say anything more.

Not long after, a sigh came from the side, the woman slowly turned around, staring at the face exposed from the blanket, in Ashley's eyes, extremely complicated.

Looking at the time, calculating the time in Italy, the woman stood up and quietly left the bedroom. 'Tyson, is everything okay over there?" She asked over the phone.

The other party didn't expect her to call.

'Quickly find out the other party's trump card. There's something I need to tell you." Ashley said, 'A few days ago, Milan's grandfather came to find me. He was probing me. I think he's already guessed more than half of it. Milan has lost her memory. If Milan still doesn't remember, I'm afraid he'll make a move."

'In addition, the whereabouts of Slivana and Elliot also need to be paid attention to. We all know these two acquaintances. These two have always been like water and fire, but now they often interact too intimately. Slivana's identity is a bit special..."

"I know, I'll tell Jerome, after Reuben and I settle this matter, I'll return to the country immediately."

"Okay, he's been here with me for quite a while." The charming woman was about to chase the other person away.