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The next day.
Susan got up and went to the living room, where she saw Ben on a call on the balcony.
Curious, she eavesdropped for a moment.
Ben was frowning as he spoke on the phone, “What was that about last night’s email? Such a trivial matter, and you handle it like this? I’m telling you, if you can’t…”
He turned his head and saw Susan.
Susan blinked.
Ben’s tone instantly softened, “If you can’t manage, take your time to learn. Don’t rush to send things over. Alright, that’s it for now, goodbye.”
He hung up the phone and turned to her with sudden warmth, “Susan, you’re awake. I’ve made breakfast. Come and eat.”
With that, Ben went to the kitchen and brought out breakfast like the perfect homemaker.
of
He had heated two cups of milk and even fried two sunny–side–up eggs.
These two eggs were still heart–shaped.
“You’ve really outdone yourself, Susan was stunned.
In just one night, Ben seemed to have undergone some strange evolution.
“It’s so easy,” Ben said with a modest smile.
Susan enthusiastically drunk the milk, praising him as she drunk.
Ben’s gaze grew even more tender.
He felt an odd sense of achievement at this moment.
When was the last time he felt such a sense of accomplishment?
Probably when he was 18 and had just taken over the company. Back then, he had to deal with some old–timers who made things difficult for him. He bided his time for a month, then used decisive measures to deal with them.
The sense of control he felt back then lingered for a long time.
Later, as the business grew larger and more successful, even when he signed deals worth billions, he never felt
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that pure sense of accomplishment again.
Now, just by simply preparing a meal and watching Susan eat, he tasted a joy he hadn’t felt in ages.
The two of them had breakfast together.
Susan blinked and looked at Ben, “Were you discussing work just now?”
“It’s nothing, just a minor issue,” Ben replied.
“You must have taken leave to come find me,” Susan mentioned. “Do you need to go back to work now?”
Ben paused for a moment, “There’s no rush.”
He could handle a great deal of his work remotely.
Besides, a large corporation like Storm Group had its own operating system. Even if he was absent temporarily, the company wouldn’t be greatly affected.
“No need to rush?” Susan expressed her surprise, “I’m worried about our mortgage! What if you don’t go to work and the boss fires you?”
Ben, “…That’s unlikely.”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Susan feigned ignorance.
Ben fell silent.
ry well
He couldn’t very well reveal that he was the boss.
He chose his words carefully, “My boss is a pretty decent person.”
“Then you should work even harder. That’s the way to repay your boss’s kindness,” Susan said seriously.
Susan made so much sense that Ben found himself at a loss for words.
A few minutes later, Susan pushed Ben out the door, urging him to “go to work.”
Once Ben had left, Susan scurried to Theresa’s door and knocked frantically.”
Theresa, bleary–eyed, opened the door and upon seeing Susan, she sleepily checked her phone and then groaned, “Susan, it’s only eight o’clock. Isn’t this a bit early?”
“It’s not early at all.” Susan quickly stepped inside, “Theresa, I’ve sent Ben off to the company. What part of my memory do you think I should recover‘ first today? Should I go in chronological order, starting with memories from before I was ten?”
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“That’s fine, that’s fine,” Theresa mumbled sleepily.
Susan pondered for a moment, “Or maybe I should recover memories related to the Miller family first?”
“Whatever you want,” Theresa said, curling up on the couch with a pillow.
Susan pulled her up insistently. “Theresa! Wake up! You’re the only one who can help me now.”
Theresa shook her hair out of her face and tried to open her eyes wider, “Then let’s go with chronological order. It makes more sense, logically speaking.”
“That makes sense,” Susan nodded thoughtfully, “How do you think I should tell Ben that my memory is gradually coming back?
“Should I just tell him directly, or should I hint at it in various ways? If I say it outright…” Susan began to ramble.
Theresa gave her a look and suddenly burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Susan was puzzled.
Theresa blinked, “Susan, you didn’t come here first thing in the morning to talk nonsense, did you?”
Susan felt a bit sheepish, “What else can I say?”
“You went and checked what happened these past three months, didn’t you?” Theresa sald knowingly.
Susan’s face fell into a slightly disheartened expression, “You can tell?”
She had spent the previous night scrolling through Twitter in bed.
Especially within their couple’s topic, which had almost a complete record of everything Ben had done.
She saw the global advertisement he had released.
She didn’t understand how Ben, a man so proud, managed to plead so humbly for her to come back in front of the
whole world.
Susan had followed Ben’s trail over the past three months.
He had been to so many places.
Those who encountered him didn’t want to intrude, but they would discreetly take photos and post them.
In every photo, he was invariably described as haggard and his expression stern.
Susan recognized the familiar landscapes in the photos, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
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These places… she seemed to have seen pictures of them online and even casually expressed a desire to visit
them.
So, was Ben clinging to a sliver of hope, searching for her from one place to another?
Susan felt a wave of daze wash over her.
Her last three months had been rough.
She had shut herself away, dedicating herself entirely to the development of an Al project.
She dared not stop because every pause brought a deluge of memories of their time together, overwhelming her thoughts and robbing her of peace, day and night.
But what she hadn’t realized was that Ben had been suffering the same torment during this time.
After scrolling through Twitter, a realization dawned on Susan,
A thought took root in her heart.
She no longer seemed desperate to
find the answer to that question.
In this world, what relationship is truly flawless?
Even if Ben had considered giving up on her, hadn’t he ultimately chosen not to?
That was enough..
“Feeling guilty?” Theresa saw through her with clarity.
Susan’s despondency deepened, “A bit guilty. But more than that, it feels like such a waste of time.”
These past three months neither of them needed to suffer so much.
