"My woman?" Michael Gordon lazily stirred these words, "So my taste was this bad before I lost my memory, no wonder I would be knocked out in bed by a woman!"
Alya Larson was clearly the kind of scheming and calculating woman, and although he preferred spiky women, he disliked the cunning ones.
Some memories may be gone, but people's tastes don't change, and Michael was clear about this.
"You brat, how can you talk like that, who are you mocking in such an odd tone?" Calvin Gordon was apparently angered, "I won't let you mess around this time, I'm giving you two months. If you don't find a suitable partner to give me a grandchild in that time, you'll marry Alya!"
"Two months, huh?"
To Calvin Gordon's surprise, Michael didn't reject this idea outright or leave in a huff like before, instead confirming the time with him.
