Ethan Foster felt a pang in his heart: [No, it can't be a mistake... After all, I was the one who asked 'Mason Reed' to order the parts.]

The truth was obvious—these were things he himself had wanted to buy.

Looking at Chloe Sullivan's reply, Ethan Foster felt a faint ache in his liver—how should he respond to his wife next?

Just as he was racking his brains, Chloe Sullivan on the other end seemed to have suddenly thought of something.

She sent over a beaming smile emoji.

"I get it, is it that you, Little Ethan, want to assemble something for fun? Are you out of money? Hold on, I'll transfer you some. [cute smile emoji]" Chloe Sullivan replied.

A moment later.

Ethan Foster received a text from the bank.

[Grand Xia Fengye Bank: On May 23, 2025, at 09:12, Chloe Sullivan completed a transfer of 100,000 yuan to your account ending in 7722...]

Ethan Foster stared blankly at the text message on his phone.

At that moment, he deeply felt the warmth of Chloe Sullivan's wealth... just like her embrace.

Even the [cute smile emoji] in the chat box was automatically replaced in his mind with Chloe Sullivan's smile.

Not only did she not make her man kneel on a keyboard for secretly buying parts to assemble a big toy, she even thoughtfully supported her other half's interests with real action.

And she was loaded.

A wife like this—I could have a hundred of her!

Chapter 7: A Heartwarming Little Story That Makes Everyone Feel Bittersweet

On the other end, Chloe Sullivan sent another message: "Is it enough? If not, just wait a bit and I'll transfer you some more."

"It's enough, it's enough~" Ethan Foster replied in a flash.

He felt so guilty accepting the money, guilty to his very core.

"Mm, it's rare for you, Little Ethan, to have something you want to play with. Have fun! I'm a bit busy over here~ [muah emoji]" Chloe Sullivan replied with a smile.

Ethan Foster shyly sent back the same [muah] emoji—he couldn't shake the subtle feeling of being a kept man.

At the same time, he grew more and more curious about those three years of lost memory. He really wanted to know what trick he had used to turn Chloe Sullivan into Mrs. Foster.

In those three missing years, he had changed so much that even taking a step felt like a huge leap. He had studied finance, so how did he end up making a living as a comic artist, and even learned mechanical assembly skills along the way?

Without those three years of memories, facing Chloe Sullivan's gentleness made him feel guilty to his bones.

"As expected, I should just tell Chloe about my three years of memory loss," Ethan Foster thought to himself.

From the details of his interactions with Chloe Sullivan so far, it was clear that she had a great personality... In that case, even if he confessed about his 'three years of amnesia,' it shouldn't be a problem.

Maybe, if he added a line like 'Even with amnesia, I still remembered your name' when confessing, it might even boost his favorability?

"Yeah, that's the plan. When she gets back, I'll find a chance to come clean. Then tomorrow, if I have time, I'll go to the hospital to see if my brain was injured or something." Ethan Foster made up his mind.

Then he looked down at the five big boxes of packages at his feet.

Since these things had already been ordered, it wouldn't be right to return them directly.

After all, he had only gotten them thanks to Mason Reed's connections.

If he returned them right after they arrived without a good reason, it would feel like he was messing with Mason Reed... and Mason Reed had been so earnest in helping him solve his problems.

Taking advantage of someone else's kindness would bring down divine retribution!

"In any case, I'll just keep them for now. Maybe they'll come in handy later... Besides, maybe my family isn't short on this bit of money anyway?" Ethan Foster picked up the boxes of 'mechanical parts' one by one and carried them into the storage room.

The boxes were a bit heavy, but still manageable.

His physique now was great! He could eat anything and feel awesome~

……

……

Today, from the moment he opened his eyes until now, Ethan Foster had been hit by wave after wave of information shocks.

But he had managed to get through them all.

"There's nothing to be afraid of anymore, nothing can shake me inside now."

Ethan Foster was full of confidence.

Carrying the heavy boxes, he went to the storage room on the first floor and opened the door.

Then, his eyes rolled back...

His previously calm heart instantly burst out with six or seven 'WTFs.'

In front of him, the not-so-small first-floor lounge was packed full of all kinds of parts, components, chips, and the like—so full that there was barely room for a person to squeeze in!

Some were carefully packed in boxes, some were just tossed into bags, and some were scattered in metal tins, piled up in a mess.

The entire first-floor storage room was almost filled to the brim.

How much money did this cost?

Such extravagance.

"I thought I only bought five boxes of mechanical parts, but it turns out it's a whole roomful." Ethan Foster put down the box in his hands and looked up at the ceiling.

With so many mechanical parts and components... what exactly was the 'me' from before planning to do?

But right now, he had no memory of it at all, and no idea what he was supposed to assemble.

He only had basic mechanical assembly skills left, just enough to take apart small gadgets like a regular person.

So what was he supposed to do with all these spare parts in the storage room?

Sell them?