Good news: I brought that coldhearted regent home.
Bad news: He has amnesia, thinks I’m his wife, and follows me everywhere. I can’t shake him off!
From then on, my daily life went completely off the rails.
I want him to take his medicine.
I carry the bowl over. “Husband, time for your medicine.”
He looks aggrieved. “It’s too bitter. Unless you kiss me, dear.”
Me: “…” (I saved myself a walking disaster!)
I want him to sleep by himself.
I pick up a quilt and get ready to sleep on the floor.
His eyes turn red. “Dear, are you abandoning me? I’m scared to sleep alone.”
Me: “…” (Buddy, you’re the regent!)
I want to go out and take care of something.
I’ve barely reached the door when he hugs me from behind. “Where are you going, dear? Take me with you. I’ll protect you!”
Me: “…” (You’d be lucky not to get hacked to death by your enemies if you left the house!)
All of the capital thinks the regent is recuperating at his residence. Who would have guessed he’s at my house, over the moon because I rewarded him with a piece of candy?
I’m really panicking. If he gets his memory back, will I live to see another day?
