This phrase, even Leon Hayden found hard to believe.
In South Korea, except for going to the Kitchen for a drink of water, he hardly ever set foot in the Kitchen.
Leon Hayden took steps toward the Kitchen, which was already covered with dust.
He scanned the Kitchen with his profound gaze, but still had no impression of it whatsoever.
Was this really the place where he had lived for so many years?
"How is it? Do you remember anything?" Beside him, Camila Walker asked somewhat impatiently.
Thinking back to five years ago, when she didn't know how to cook and had turned the entire Kitchen into a smoky mess, Clayton Howard had walked in at that time, his tolerance and indulgence for her still remembered to this day.
Turning his head to glance at her, full of expectation, Leon Hayden simply shook his head gently.
Looking at his calm expression, Camila felt an inevitable sense of loss, "Is that so…"
These memories she had cherished all this time, and yet he couldn't recall them.
