As Bianca stared at the photo, a quick memory suddenly flashed through her mind, the moment Adrian had given her the ring. She tried to remember more, but a sharp pain shot through her head.
She held her head, trying to ease the pain. After it had eased a little, Bianca looked at the photo again and let out a deep sigh.
She didn't know when her memories would fully return, but what had just happened gave her a small spark of hope.
After finishing her little tour, she returned to the kitchen to check if Adrian had finished cooking. He was still focused at the stove. Bianca slowly sat on one of the kitchen chairs, her eyes following him.
She couldn't help but feel a warm flutter in her chest—Adrian, who she knew to be super busy and cold, had taken the time to cook the food she wanted.
Meanwhile, Adrian, focused on preparing the orange chicken, hadn't noticed Bianca sitting behind him, quietly watching.
