"Maybe... they don't know yet?"

Emma looked away unnaturally. "Ever since you got married, you haven't been in contact with your family."

Charlotte frowned and lowered her head as if she was deep in thought.

...

After leaving the hospital, Emma sent Charlotte home.

It was supposed to be her home, but in reality, Charlotte had no impression of it, and everything was unfamiliar to her.

According to her previous diary entries, Benjamin rarely came home, which she was rather satisfied with.

At night, Charlotte was preparing to sleep when she heard movement outside the door. Quickly, she shot a wary look at the door.

Shortly after, a tall and upright man walked in.

Charlotte instinctively tucked her collar in and said, "Why are you back?"

Benjamin noticed her action and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He had just come in from the bathroom, his hair was still wet, his upper body bare, and his lower body covered by a towel.

Charlotte's gaze involuntarily fell on his sensual abs, chest muscles, and perfect muscle lines that looked like God's masterpiece.

She was staring absentmindedly and forgot to look away.

"Seen enough?" Benjamin's tone was sarcastic.

Only then did Charlotte hastily regain her senses and asked warily, "Why did you come back?"

Benjamin leaned towards her, and she instinctively moved back, her hand covering the collar of her nightgown.

Benjamin's blue pupils were sharp. "Playing hard to get?"

"You misunderstood me. I didn't mean that."

"Is that so?"

Benjamin obviously didn't believe it, and the next second, he lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, then lay down.

His move scared Charlotte, and she immediately tried to get up from the bed, but she couldn't.

Her arm was grabbed by the man, and her head bumped into his chest, lifting a part of her nightgown to reveal her delicate skin.

Charlotte immediately sat up straight and pulled her nightgown down.

Benjamin sneered, "What are you pretending for? We've been married for three years. What part of your body have I not seen?"

Charlotte's heart raced.

"That was in the past!"

She took a deep breath and adjusted her state, then changed the topic, "Don't you hate me? Are you planning to sleep here tonight?"

"Someone had discarded everything from the other rooms earlier. This is the only bed in this house."

"Really? So I've done something like this before."

She felt ashamed, and he kept staring at her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. "What... why do you keep staring at me?"

Benjamin inched closer again, his nose almost grazing her face. "I want to take a close look and see if your amnesia is fake or not!"

The proximity made Charlotte feel the warm breath from Benjamin on her face, so she wanted to move back.

Unexpectedly, Benjamin moved forward, scaring her to a cry, "What are you going to do?"

"Isn't it obvious what I'm going to do?"

Benjamin smiled with a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth, and his hand had already reached beneath Charlotte's clothes...