My Three Darlings by Anonymous

Chapter 223

Beau’s question caused Eliza to pause slightly. She raised her eyes and looked at him in confusion. “My husband is strict… shouldn’t I know that?” For some reason, this word came to her mind. Beau looked at her with his eyes deep. “You shouldn’t know.” The word “strict” was the word he used when he took initiative to be the substitute in a kissing scene with Eliza. Then he held a press conference to inform everyone that she was his wife. He said that she was under strict supervision, so he became Julian substitute in the kissing scene. But… Didn’t the current Eliza already forgotten all the memories related to him in the past?

“I can remember something about you. Then should also remember how I cooked in the past!” She was so excited that her eyes were sparkling. “When I remember how to cook, I can cook delicious food for Braint, Demarion and Liliana!” Beau’s hand, which was eating, paused slightly. Why did he… He felt as if something was wrong. She knew that she might regain her memories, but she wasn’t excited that she could remember him… O She was excited that she would be able to cook in the future? Helplessly rubbing glabella, he said in a somewhat helpless tone, “I thought you would be happy because you can remember me now.” Eliza was startled for a moment, and then her eyebrows curved into a smile. “Of course I’m happy to remember you.” “But what makes me happier is that after I regain my memory, I can cook you and

her memory, forget her worries in Krine and become a   tool for the

Beau away with a red face. He smiled faintly and looked up at the stairs. Graciana was squatting on the ground and picking up her cup. Seeing both of them downstairs looking at her, she coughed a little embarrassedly. “Well… Do you want to continue?” “I…. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” “I just woke up, and noticed Eliza didn’t go back to sleep, so I came downstairs to get a glass of water, and wanted to look for her too…” Graciana coughed lightly. She didn’t even get to pour water. She picked up the cup and went upstairs. “I’m sorry, you can continue!” Looking at the her back, Eliza’s face was as red as an apple that had just been plucked. However, Beau remained calm. He stood up and took the plates and chopsticks to the kitchen and put them into the sink. Then he took a