As she headed upstairs, she overheard Nathan thanking the Hudson siblings. She could also vaguely


    make out Fenna’s dissatisfied


    Suzanne entered her room and locked the door behind her. Then, she sat on the edge of the bed and


    thought about every event that had taken ce since she regained her memory.


    Since the time Nathan’s grandmother recognized her as Wanda at first nce, she seemed to have


    had many close encounters with her aractual background.


    What unsettled her the most was Oliver Hoffis. He was her uncle, yet he conspired with outsiders to


    steal her identity. He even posed as her ex-boyfriend.


    B Being Wanda Hoffis was rtively easier toe to terms with. HHowever, she was also M


    Winkler-The name carried a weight. It fefelt suffocating just thinking about it.


    WWanda Hoffis, also known as M Winkler, was a Sunteri. She was a


    chchemical scientist and a first-grade ordnance engineer.


    There were tears in her eyes as she smiled resignedly. Shey back. orom the bed and stared at the


    ceiling. Lingering worries swirled in her


    heread.


    AtAt that moment, she didn’t want to regain her memories anymore. Shahja just wanted to be Nathan


    Morrison’s wife-Amon, weak,


    Notvaranian woman.


    Same ertimeter, there was a knock on the door.


    “Are yowasasteep, Chubs?” Nathan’s voice rang out.


    M didn’t respond and only looked at the door with teary eyes.


    After two knocks, the other side of the door fell quiet. A pair of footsteps could be heard shuffling away.


    “What should I do now, Nate?” She curled up and pulled the nket over herself, sobbing silently with


    her eyes closed.


    The next morning, she washed up and got ready to head downstairs


    for breakfast. She froze as she opened the door.


    Nathan stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets. His posture was tall and upright-He had a


    domineering air around him.


    Nathan was born with an intimidating aura. His presence was pressuring even if he did nothing but


    stand there wordlessly.


    “Morning,” he greeted in a warm tone.


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    She swallowed lightly before shing him a shallow smile. “Good


    morning.”


    He knew that she wasn’t asleepst night, and she was just avoiding


    h him.


    “Let’s talk, Chubs.”


    MM stepped backward and leaned against the door. “Come on in.”


    N Nathan removed his hands from his pockets and marched into the


    roroom.


    SiShe closed the door and followed him in. She felt slightly restless.


    Hele turned around to face her. “I know it wasn’t convenient for you to sasay anythingst night


    because there were too many people there.”


    Hele said, “Now that it’s just the two of us, please tell me the truth.”


    Sithio lowered her head and fell silent for a few seconds. After thinking


    about it the entire night, she was now aware of what she should and shouldn’t say.


    She lifted her head to look at him assertively.


    “Why did you keep it from me?” She questioned.


    He furrowed his brows in confusion.


    “I was Sally Hoffis when I was younger. After immigrating, I was called Wanda Hoffis. You already knew


    all of this, so why didn’t you tell me?”


    Nathan’s expression fell. He paused for a moment before stretching a shaky hand toward her arm.


    “I’m sorry. I wanted to get rid of the two that posed a threat to you before letting you know,” he


    exined.


    M understood where he wasing from. There was no point telling her if she hadn’t regained her


    memory anyway.


    If she’d been rash and went to the Hoffis’ to look for her family afterward, she would’ve exposed her


    own identity.


    Then, the two would definitely plot against her.


    She didn’t question him any further. Instead, she gradually approached him and looked up into his


    warm, dark eyes before. asking in a soft voice,


    “So, the girl you used to like was me?”


    Nathan stared at the pretty face that was inches away from his and swallowed instinctively. His


    breathing quickened slightly, and his


    gaze became hot.


    Observing his reddening ears, M blinked and asked again with a grin, “Do you still like me now?”


    He lightly breathed through his mouth. His chest rose and fell-There was a zing feeling that was


    difficult to suppress. He was so


    nervous he couldn’t utter a single word.