Chapter 4

Over the next few days, I was like a different person.

Instead of sleeping until noon, I woke up early to have breakfast with Johnson.

After he left, I did the laundry, even though I ruined one of his work uniforms. I also tried to learn how to cook, though the results were still pretty terrible.

Every time Johnson came back, he'd silently take over the chores from me, pushing me onto the couch.

"Rest, I'll do it."

[Why is she faking being so virtuous? Why didn't she think about being good to him when she used to yell at and hit him?]

[LOL, even begging won't work, female lead Moore has already arrived.]

[The villainess's fate in the later stages will be miserable, just wait and see.]

Every time I saw these comments, my heart felt like it was being squeezed.

But the better I treated him, the higher my chances of survival later.

Even if he regained his memory and didn't want me, at least he'd remember these few days of me being good, right?

Johnson also started acting strangely recently.

He kept getting calls from unknown numbers in the evenings. Each time, he'd go out to the balcony or outside the door to answer, his voice very low.

He'd come back looking serious. When I asked who it was, he'd say "the foreman from the warehouse."

I didn't believe it.

The comments said Moore had found him.

One night, he went to the balcony again to take a call. I quietly followed, and through the crack in the door, I heard him say, "...I don't remember anything from before. I have a girlfriend now. Please don't come looking for me anymore."

Then he hung up and stood on the balcony for a long time.

I retreated back to bed, my heart pounding.

[The male lead is so devoted, so loyal even with amnesia.]

[He'll still choose Moore after regaining his memory. They're from compatible backgrounds, you know.]

[The villainess doesn't deserve the male lead's true feelings. Why didn't she think about today when she was yelling at and hitting him?]

After we lay down that night, Johnson turned over to face me.

"Simmons," he called me.

"Hmm?"

"I'm not too tired today. What kind of fancy stuff do you want to try? I'm open to anything."

I opened my mouth, unable to speak.

Finally, I managed to blurt out, "I don't want to."

He reached out and touched my face. "Did I do something wrong? Tell me, I'll change it."

I took a deep breath, wanting to throw caution to the wind. "Johnson, I'm actually preg—"

Before I could finish, his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowing. He hesitated for a moment, then answered. "Hello?"

I don't know what the other side said, but his expression changed from confusion to shock, and finally to a seriousness I'd never seen before.

"I understand."

He hung up and immediately sat up to get dressed.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously.

"Something urgent came up. You go to sleep first, don't wait for me."

He quickly kissed my forehead, put on his shoes, and left.

The moment the door closed, comments floated across my vision:

[Moore has arrived with a neurosurgeon. They're helping the male lead regain his memory tonight.]

[The villainess's good days end here.]

[By this time tomorrow, Johnson will be a billionaire heir, with no connection to this rental apartment.]

I sat alone in the darkness, feeling cold all over.

Johnson didn't come home all night.