Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 497

She’d frequently wondered if Kevan had not had that accident all those years ago, would Ruby not become so extreme? Maybe they could have lived together happily and blissfully as a family of three.

But it was no use dwelling on those things now.

Kevan frowned harder. “Forgetting Ruby is probably the only good thing about losing my memories,” he said. “Heaven gave me a chance to right a wrerg–to let me correct a mistake that I made before.”

Larissa did not comment with regard to his words. “You may not think like this when you’ve recovered your memory.”

He loved Ruby so deeply that when he remembered everything, the only thing left would pronably be a huge sense of regret.

“I won’t.” Kevan’s attitude was firm, and Larissa could not be bothered to argue with him.

past so well? He eyed her skeptically. “You’ve met my grandba, and

scorching gaze was rather sharp, so much so that

forgotten that you’re famous? Her voice had quieted down considerably, and there was no confidence in it at all I’ve seen some of your things on the news, and I’ve heard Dylan mention a few

clearly trying to

found out that he did not truly lose his memory, everything today would be the perfect ammunition she could use to start a crusade against him. Ci course. this was if she were still willing to talk

to accept her explanation before asking. “What else do you know about me? Could you tell me? Maybe it might help me recall a memory or two.”

it.” Larissa did not dare say more for fear

probably due to

II it were possible, Larissa hoped that he would not remember the past -il he could selectively forget anything related to her, that was naturally even beller. But the chances for such

of hurt and reluctance grew stronger. Was their shared past together so worthless to her that it did not deserve to be remembered? Did it not

his self–perceived beautiful memories were

at the emptiness before him, eyes completely devoid of life.

emotional changes but only thought that he was sad over losing his memories