Friya nodded, and responded, "Seem like it. He doesn't remember me anymore, even if I introduce myself as his beloved."
"Do you think he'll be alright in Feline's hands?" Fernand wanted to ask that thing earlier. This was the only time he garnered the courage to do so.
"I think so. Me and Feline were different. Maybe... he would still choose her if he regained his memories back." Friya convinced herself it would be Sean's choice. He's going to choose the one who was there for him all along. Feline was just waiting at his side, waiting for him to turn his head and look at her.
She must be shallow to think she can only love Sean for her entire life. Most men adhered their feelings to Feline, but she devoted her life to Sean. Only him. Friya never backed down to a battle with other women. For all she knew, Sean would pick her over the women who spent their time swooning over his dimples.
