The Bound Between Us

Chapter 829

Anastasia grinned and couldn't help but gush, "My husband is drop-dead

gorgeous, sweet as can be, smart, thoughtful-honestly, he's the best man in the whole universe."

"Sweet, huh?" Herman shot back with a teasing smirk. "Are you sure that's how you'd describe me after last night?"

Anastasia's cheeks turned scarlet. Sweet? Last night had been anything but― he'd practically tried to take her apart.

She quickly changed the subject, scooping up some shredded carrots and dropping them into his bowl. "Eat your carrots," she said, then ducked her head and focused on her breakfast, ignoring Monica's latest message.

After they finished eating, Herman got up to do the dishes while Anastasia headed out to water the succulents on the balcony.

Most of the old plants had withered away, so she'd bought a whole new batch, plus a trailing pothos for good measure. With a little greenery, the apartment felt alive again, and her mood lifted.

When Herman came out, he caught her smiling to herself as she watered the plants, and he could feel how much easier things were between them now. The old awkwardness was gone; everything just felt more natural.

Maybe it was because bits and pieces of his memory were coming back. He remembered now-this place, their life together.

want to do today? Or where should we

he still felt weird being alone with her, maybe some time with a friend would help. Sometimes, guys just understood each

said, "I went to Willowbrook to

name made Anastasia's stomach twist. She tried to keep her cool, lowering her eyes and picking up the

do," Herman replied, stepping closer, his voice serious. "Anastasia, look

can but looked up, managing a small smile. Whatever he was about to say, she was ready for it. None of it was his fault -he'd lost his memory. She couldn't

she

Sandy. When I lost my memory, she told me she was my girlfriend. L stayed at Willowbrook Villa Flofadale and we acted like a couple, but I never slept with her. I went back to see her, and I

didn't sugarcoat anything; he knew exactly

to know

He continued, "I'm myself

again-mostly. The Herman you

all the way back yet, Anastasia, I don't

or how much I loved you then, or what we went through. What matters is this: I've fallen in love with

over and over, always finding a new spark. It wasn't about doing the same thing with different

her