At these words, Michael Gordon found himself heaving a sigh of relief, "Good thing you didn't lose your memory!"
He was the one who had lost his memory, taken out by a bottle of red wine. Despite the doctor's assurance that everyone is fine, he was subconsciously worried about it. So, when he heard her accurately recite his name, he instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.
Lost memory?
Ivy Aretha's eyebrows tensed slightly. The next moment, a smile breaks from her eyes before she reaches out to touch Michael's tight facial expression, "Husband, memory loss is just as rare as winning 500,000. It isn't that easy. Husband, I love you!"
Michael Gordon: "..."
He has this feeling that she has not lost her memory, but seems kind of crazy instead!
"Wife, I love you more!"
That's what he's thinking, but he enjoyed when his usually refrained wife said such loving words. And then he bent to kiss the bandaged wound on Ivy's forehead, "Baby, what do you want to eat?"
