【Huh? I thought the line ‘Even if I black out, I’ll still remember your name’ was a cheesy love confession with no real use—who would’ve thought, after all this, it actually gets its moment to shine?】

Then, should I let it shine?

With that thought, Ethan Foster, resting his head on Big Leg Sullivan, said in his coolest tone, “Even if I black out… Chloe, I’ll still remember your name!”

“Yo haha~ Seriously, you’ve gotten so sweet-talking after losing your memory, Ethan~” Chloe Sullivan smiled adorably, her fingers massaging Brainy Foster even more gently as she softly said, “Me too. No matter what, whether you’ve lost your memory or not… you’ll always be the light of miracles to me.”

【Nice~ Favorability increase mission perfectly accomplished~】

“As long as you’re still here, your memories will definitely come back. We’ll find a way…” Chloe Sullivan bent down, bringing her lips close to Ethan Foster’s ear and whispered, “Get some good rest. Maybe after a night’s sleep, everything will be back to normal tomorrow. And even if your memories don’t return, we can always create new ones together.”

“Mhm.” Ethan Foster’s passive skill ‘Warmth in My Heart’ was triggered again, and his big heart started to feel all warm and fuzzy on its own.

To have her by his side in this life—what a blessing.

Since that’s the case, should he just go for it and mention the design drawings on his computer and the mechanical parts in the first-floor storage room to Chloe as well?

“Chloe, besides the amnesia thing, there’s something else I want to talk to you about.” As Ethan Foster spoke, his voice grew softer and softer.

Because it felt so good… Chloe Sullivan’s fingers kept massaging his head, turning his lingering fatigue into a tidal wave of drowsiness, wave after wave after wave.

“Let’s talk tomorrow, there’s no rush.” Chloe said softly, “Besides, I need some time to process the fact that you’ve lost three years of memories.”

“Yeah… you’re right.” As Ethan Foster spoke, his brain, awash in the feedback of “I feel so good,” drifted off into dreamland.

After seeing Ethan Foster fall asleep, Chloe Sullivan couldn’t hide her eager expression.

She adjusted her sitting posture slightly, then moved Ethan Foster’s head to a spot that was more comfortable for her.

Leaning against the bed, her slender fingers began to stroke Ethan Foster’s head again—this time, not just with her fingertips, but with her whole hand, stroking from left to right, then right to left; with the grain, against the grain; round and round…

Her technique was practiced.

It looked just like petting a dog.

“Shh~” Chloe Sullivan let out a satisfied sound.

After a long while, she finally withdrew her hands, pausing her dog-petting motions.

“Ethan lost three years of memories… could there be something wrong on my end too?” She looked up at the wedding photo hanging above the bed, deep in thought.

“Could my own memory be missing something too?”

“Last week, did I do some kind of experiment? Or come into contact with something?”

With that thought, she carefully moved Ethan Foster’s head off her lap, reluctant to let go—if she could, she’d love to keep playing with this head forever, until it was polished smooth and shiny!

The feel of it was just perfect for her.

Better than anything else in the world.

With great willpower, after settling Ethan Foster down, Chloe Sullivan got out of bed and put on her indoor slippers.

After thinking for a moment, she walked to the wardrobe, then opened the drawer where all the documents were kept.

The drawer had been organized, with all the documents neatly stacked together.

Chloe Sullivan reached in and opened the first marriage certificate, immediately spotting the small note stuck to it—Sarah Bennett.

Her finger gently pressed on the note.

“Is this an insurance measure in case I forget after losing my memory?”

She gently peeled off the little note.

Chapter 11: The truth has already surfaced!

There was nothing supernatural about this little note; it was just an ordinary slip of paper, written in her own handwriting, with her name: Sarah Bennett.

She must have left it as a precaution, in case Ethan Foster forgot her name.

But clearly, the note hadn’t been needed.

Earlier… when she softly asked Ethan Foster “Do you still remember my name?”, that guy had answered in his magnetic, handsome voice: “Even if I black out, Chloe, I’ll still remember your name!”

If she hadn’t known he’d lost three years of memories, she would’ve been so charmed by his answer that even a dog’s head would get petted bald.

“Chloe must really like that kind of sweet talk, right?” Sarah Bennett reached up and tied her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail, then picked out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from the wardrobe, changing out of her pajamas.

Now, her look was clean and sharp.

If she grabbed a big wrench and smeared some oil on her face, she’d look just like the image Ethan Foster had imagined before.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Sarah Bennett nodded expressionlessly: “As long as I’m still here, there’s always a chance my memory will come back… If it doesn’t return soon, then I’ll just get to know him all over again.”

She was very understanding of Ethan Foster’s behavior after his memory loss.

Mainly because she suspected it might be related to her research, and was her responsibility.