"Yes."

I held my breath and felt happy for Nathan. But when I saw his cold face, my joy instantly gave way to dejection.

"Do you want to go home with me?"

"No, I have something to do."

I held back the tears in my eyes. "Okay then, you go ahead."

I turned around to leave.

After a pause, under everyone's unfriendly gaze, I turned to look at Nathan. "May I ask what your full name is?"

Nathan lit a cigarette, blew a smoke ring, and looked at me with steely eyes. "Nathan Garcia."

"Okay." I raised an eyebrow and turned away.

I didn't catch my breath until I was out of there.

I clutched my bag until my knuckles hurt.

It was a good thing that Nathan's memory came back.

It was a good thing indeed.

His memory came back, and he had many things to sort out. I should give him time.

I should give him time.

I went home.

I sat on the sofa in the living room for a while.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

I got up and turned on the computer to make a travel plan.

Nathan would finish his business in a few days and we would travel together.

I wrote and drew on a notebook.

I wanted to go to Boston to see the grasslands, mountains, and herds of cattle and sheep.

I wanted to visit the waterfalls in California and go to Grace Church in Delaware to get a lucky charm for Nathan.

I would find out all the information about every place and then make a travel plan.

Late at night, my heavy eyelids drooped, but my mind was clear.

The next day, the owner of the bridal shop called me.

I then remembered that I made an appointment to take wedding photos today.

I called Nathan to ask if he was available.

He said he was busy.

It was okay. I would just go through the process myself. After all, I was waiting for him to finish and travel together.

I entered the bridal shop.

A salesgirl curiously looked behind me.

I smiled at her and said casually, "My husband isn't here with me. He pissed me off, so I didn't bring him for this wedding photo shoot."

The salesgirl immediately laughed. "Okay, Ms. Jones, I will definitely take beautiful photos for you and make your husband regret pissing you off!"

I changed into the wedding dress, did my hair, and looked at the incredibly beautiful woman in the mirror.

It felt great.

It would be even better if Nathan could stand beside me.

Amidst the praises, I happily finished the wedding photo shoot.

"We will call you over to get the photos when we're done."

"Okay, thank you."

After leaving the bridal shop, I mooched around a nearby mall.

Suddenly, I saw the watch that Nathan had looked at twice when we were shopping together before.

The watch cost over 20,000 dollars.

At that time, I wanted to buy it, but Nathan clasped my wrist and said that we had to save money for a big house. At last, I didn't buy it.

Now he was rich. He probably didn't want the watch anymore.

I stood outside the glass window and stared at the watch for a long time. Then I walked in and paid for it.

I smiled and said, "Please wrap it nicely for me. It's a birthday gift for my husband, and he likes this watch very much."

The saleswoman paused for a moment, looked into my eyes, and smiled, "Your husband must be a good man. You have a beautiful smile when you talk about him."

"Yes, he is very good to me."

I took the watch and went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients.

After I got home, I called Nathan and said, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight? I made a lot of dishes."

"No."

"But..." I felt a bit sad. "We haven't had a meal together for several days. I know you just recovered your memory and have a lot of things to deal with, but it's just a meal together. It won't take up too much of your time."

"Piper, I really don't have time."

I stared at the piled-up ingredients in the kitchen and suddenly felt like crying.

I planned to tell him about my illness after dinner, but he didn't even want to have a meal with me.

Nathan used to be so clingy to me.

When I didn't come home for a company dinner, he would wait for me alone outside the restaurant and take me home after I was done.

But now, he was so cold to me. I didn't even have the courage to tell him about my illness.

Would he remain this cold even if he learned that I was dying?

I would be super sad. I was a coward. I dared not believe that he would become like that.

"Nathan, why are you so cold to me after your memory came back? Did I do something wrong that made you angry? Can you tell me straight?" I asked, in a choked voice.

But his voice was still cold. "I'm really busy. I gotta go."