Chapter 117
Sienna's pov
Could he explain some things to me now that I was here with amnesia?
I closed my eyes, tears streaming down, hiding the intense emotions I couldn't hold back.
It must not be revealed to him...
I couldn't push too hard; someone with amnesia wouldn't act that way.
Harrison paused for what felt like forever. I thought he wouldn't say anything.
But then he gently pulled me into his arms.
"Those misunderstandings... I don't want you to know about them, and I don't want you to remember them. This way, you won't be sad, and I won't misunderstand you anymore. Isn't that better?"
I cried even harder.
If amnesia was all it took for Harrison to let go of these things, I would've done it two months ago.
Back then, I was still willing to do things I once found disgraceful for his love.
What did it matter now, telling me these things?
"Why are you crying? All those things that made us sad are in the past. We can be together forever now."
He held me tighter.
I didn't speak, just hugged him back forcefully, as if I agreed with his words.
Maybe I did agree.
As long as we ddin't mention the past, he would always feel guilty toward me.
From his perspective, all the pain was his alone, and I just needed to accept his kindness with peace of mind.
There was no downside for me.
Harrison then took me back to our old bedroom.
He took out our marriage certificate and placed it in my hand.
Clearly, Harrison had searched my bedroom during the two months I was gone.
"Sienna ."
I touched the marriage certificate. "So we've been married for almost six years."
Then my eyes caught the date. Our anniversary was less than two weeks away.
"Yeah, six years is a long time. We've missed out, but we still have many more six years."
Harrison hugged me from behind. "I won't leave you alone anymore."
When had I ever seen Harrison this gentle? Even gentler than he was with Elena.
Even if I believed he loved me, what did it really matter?
I closed the marriage certificate and asked tentatively, "How did we spend our previous anniversaries? If there were misunderstandings, you wouldn't have left me alone, right?"
Every question I asked today was a severe chHayesge for Harrison .
"Sorry, I'll make up for the missed anniversaries."
He didn't lie.
I just wanted to laugh.
Was this the last bit of conscience he left for me?
"So our relationship was that bad before." I showed a sad expression again, trying to break free from his embrace. "I think I need some time alone."
Naturally, Harrison wouldn't let go of me so easily, and I didn't really want to struggle too hard.
He used to say I played hard to get, but today I truly started using that tactic.
When I stopped struggling, he held me even tighter.
"Five whole years, we never celebrated our anniversary. Now you say you love me, what does that mean? Since I don't remember the past, you could have abandoned me, your wife with a record. Why bring me back? Don't you think what you say contradicts what you've done?"
I tried to keep my voice calm, after all, someone with amnesia wouldn't have emotional fluctuations towards a stranger, only cold accusations.
"Yeah, it's contradictory and really confusing. If I told you everything from the past, you'd probably think I hated you. But we just didn't communicate well."
Harrison 's voice had a hint of choking, and it didn't seem fake.
At this point, he didn't need to fake it; otherwise, I wouldn't have been brought back.
"Just a communication problem?" I frowned in doubt. "Don't lie to me."
"Just because I have amnesia doesn't mean I won't remember in the future. If one day I remember everything and find out you lied to me, no matter how deeply I loved you before, I wouldn't stay with you even if I died."
I didn't struggle, seemingly giving him a chance.
Harrison tightened his arms and rested his chin on my shoulder.
"Okay." He whispered.
That night, Harrison asked me to sleep in the same bed with him. I used my unfamiliarity with him as an excuse to request a separate room.
He seemed to struggle for a long time before agreeing.
Martha then led me to my old room.
While tidying up the room, she kept probing, "Mrs. Blackwood, do you really not remember anything from before?"
"You've asked me that countless times." I felt a headache coming on. "Do you need me to prove it to you?"
"That's not what I meant." Martha shook her head and sighed while folding clothes on the bed. "I think it's good that you've forgotten those things. From now on, just live well with Mr. Blackwood. Without the previous misunderstandings, Mr. Blackwood will love you more and more."
I responded expressionlessly, "I hope so."
I also wanted Harrison to taste the feeling of being stabbed by someone he loved.
After showering, I turned on the bedside lamp and instinctively reached for my phone, only to realize Harrison hadn't given it to me.
I suddenly had a bad feeling.
Everything in the bedroom had been tidied up, including my old laptop, which was no longer on the desk.
I suddenly felt a chill down my spine and quickly started searching the room.
As expected, there was nothing.
I instinctively touched the necklace at my collarbone.
It was actually a pocket watch I carried when I went to see Elena.
I had pleaded many times, and since the watch had been tested and found to have no issues, or perhaps Harrison had indeed made a concession, I was allowed to wear it.
If I had left it on the bedside table, it would probably have been taken by Harrison too.
I was about to rush out of the bedroom to ask for an electronic device, but it was already late. If I went to his room, would he let me stay?
I had seen Harrison 's crazy side before.
In the end, I decided to lie down and ask him about it the next day.
Maybe I was used to the hard bed in prison, but sleeping on such a soft bed at home, I couldn't sleep deeply.
So when Harrison opened my bedroom door, I woke up immediately.
The dim light in the hallway made the scene feel eerie.
Even though it had happened countless times before.
The next second, Harrison turned on the main light and hurried toward me, his complex expression gradually hidden.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
I gasped, looking at him in terror.
This scene probably hurt him.
"You..."
Harrison immediately grabbed my shoulders, asking nervously, "Did you remember something?"