Chapter 6. You're My Opium

Lylia couldn't believe what Grey had just told her.

Fiancé?

Indeed at this time she couldn't remember anything at all, it felt strange to hear the word 'fiance' that just came out of the mouth of the handsome man in front of her.

Is it true, that man is her fiancé?

"You're not making this up, Grey?

Grey didn't answer, with a cold expression, he reddened Lylia's fingers and stuck his own fingers between Lylia's. As if he was a loving man who loved the amnesiac woman in front of him.

"Why am I making this up, Stacy John?"

"John? So my surname is John?"

Grey nodded. He wouldn't let Lylia go no matter what, somehow seeing Lylia and finding herself beside Grey, it was as if Lylia had become an addiction to him.

He, who had never felt attracted to any woman, even repeatedly refused the matchmaking offered to him by his closest relatives, all of which he rejected outright. Then he gets attracted to a strange woman he meets on the side of the road badly injured, and now can't even remember who she is.

"Actually you and I were just about to get married, but I postponed it when I found out that you were seriously injured and had amnesia. How can I marry my fiancé, if she still can't remember who I am," Grey said very convincingly.

If Grey became an actor, maybe he would get the best award. He was able to play his expression very well in front of Lylia, as if he was the beloved lover of the woman who couldn't remember her past.

"Is that true? If you're really my fiancé, why don't I feel a flutter, or any other feeling when I'm around you?"

"You'll feel it, if we make love again like before," replied Grey without thinking, making Lylia almost choke on the meat that hadn't been completely swallowed in her throat.

Grey's expression was so amused to see Lylia's face immediately turned red after hearing Grey's words that seemed to tease her.

"Eh, you mean?"

"You forgot, we used to make love before. Even you like it when I make out and—"

Lylia raised her palms in the air, asking Grey to stop the disgusting words in her ears.

"Stop, ok, that's enough. So, before I lose my mind, am I that wild in bed?"

"Hmm, yes. You're like a wild horse out of control," Grey replied once again.

He didn't care about the change in Lylia's expression. Lylia felt her appetite for food suddenly disappear as soon as she heard Gray explain in detail about her past.

A little strange, if Gray was her fiancé, at least she would feel a warm swish in her chest. However, Lylia didn't feel anything at all.

'Is it true that this man is my fiancé? I admit, he is indeed very handsome and attractive, but ... why do I feel he is a complete stranger. Shouldn't it be like in the movies, when I'm close to something that's related to the past, my head must hurt?' Lylia thought. Silly questions popped up in her mind.

"Why? How many times have you been mesmerized by my good looks?" asked Grey confidently. Lylia liked the color of Gray's eyes which she thought were very beautiful, although the gazes of the two beautiful eyes were always sharp with a very strong killing intent when looking at other people.

"You think I'm fascinated?" asked Lylia flatly. It was as if Grey's good looks didn't catch her attention at all. Making Gray a little surprised by Lylia's words just now.

"Then, I will fascinate you, until you are hard to forget the charm that I have, Stacy."

This man really wasn't a man to beat, he wouldn't think Lylia's sentence just now was an important one. Grey had just met a woman with character for the first time, he didn't even seem impressed with all the perfection that a Grey Wilford had?

Lylia leaned forward, then pulled Grey's tie, attracted Grey, both of their faces looking at each other, Grey almost became embarrassed.

Lylia shook her head and said, "Then why don't you do it?"

Gray didn't understand, did what Lylia meant?

"To do? You mean?"

"Make me once again mesmerized by the charm you have. If you can drive me crazy until I convulse, I'll bow under your feet, Grey Wilford," Lylia replied firmly.

Grey really didn't like being challenged, to challenge him was to seek death.

Was this girl looking to die by giving him such a challenge?

Unfortunately, Grey will not give her death.

"Marry me, I will grant your request earlier," replied Grey lightly.

"Hm, have you proposed to me before?"

"Many times, you haven't answered, because..."

Grey deliberately hangs his sentence, he knows the girl in front of him is a woman who is never satisfied with one answer, she will continue to ask until she is satisfied.

"Because of what?"

Right, Lylia was dissatisfied, and she asked once more.

"Because you always say, you're not ready for marriage," Grey replied again.

The lie is spreading everywhere, but Grey is ready to take responsibility at whatever risk he will face in the future, if Lylia's memory has returned.

He enjoyed the game which he thought was getting hotter. Pretending to be a beautiful girl's fiancé with always sharp eyes and a cold face, as well as a straightforward way of speaking.

Many women from the upper classes who flocked to offer themselves to him. They didn't even hesitate to go to his company, instead of asking for cooperation, they teased him by showing almost their entire body. As usual, the next day, those women would lose everything, even fall into poverty with nothing left behind.

A sharp smirk appeared on Lylia's lips, "Take me to the civil registry tomorrow afternoon. We're married, then prove what you say."

Grey couldn't believe what he had just heard.

This girl actually challenged him, took him to the civil registry and asked him to marry her?

If he had to marry her, then whose personal data would he use?

He doesn't even know the real name of the girl in front of him!

"Hmm," Grey mumbled.

"Are you scared?" asked Lylia matter-of-factly.

"Of course not."

"Then why do you seem hesitant?"

"I, Grey Wilford, will never doubt anything, Stacy. Even to love you, I will not hesitate, because ... from the start you pulled me deeper, maybe later I will not be able to escape from you."

There was a glint in Grey's eyes, which Lylia couldn't understand this time. Right now she could only believe what Grey told her. She believed, if she really loved the man in front of her, whom she didn't know at all before she was discovered by Grey.

The dish ordered by Grey arrived on the table, along with a bottle of wine ordered by him. The two of them ate silently, once in a while Grey glanced at Lylia who didn't seem bothered at all by his presence.

How can a girl, together with a man who is so perfect but looks so ignorant, as if Grey was never in the room. She enjoys her meal, without further ado with Grey, as if she thinks Grey exists.

"Stacy," Grey called.

"Hmm?"

"Don't drink too much," Grey reminded Lylia, when she saw Lylia pouring wine into the glass for the second time.

"I like it. Why do you have to protest?"

In the past, Lylia was a very bad drinker, even getting drunk easily. When she was drunk, she would ramble on as she pleased.

Even now, she's still the same. Just look, her face is starting to ripen like a tomato that has just been picked.

"Honey… my head is dizzy," said Lylia, starting to get confused.

The word 'honey' just now sounded so amused in Grey's ears.

"You're drunk," Grey said.

"I… got drunk… because of you."