Chapter 183 – I am Salvatore Black
"Where is Grandpa? It’s as if I’ve been here before and he was right here," Joanna said, pointing at the sofa on which Grandpa sat with Agnes on the day they arrived from their honeymoon.
"You remember that?" Alex was thrilled, gently massaging her shoulders. He was hopeful for her to remember something but not such keen details and that was a massive improvement.
However, he still wondered how she could not remember him as her husband. Joanna felt a slight headache as she took in the appearance of the mansion.
Alex had pre-informed Betty not to change anything in the house, so everything was pretty much the same as it was when Joanna left.
"Yes I remember, so where is Grandpa?" She asked, recalling the old man who dotted on her so much. Alex smiled and responded, "He doesn’t live here."
"What?" Confusion brewed in Joanna’s mind once again as she gazed around. Memories scattered in her mind, and she didn’t know which was which.
"Welcome home, sir and Madam," Betty said politely. Joanna felt like the voice sounded familiar, but the face looked foreign.
"Me? Madam?" She asked. Betty stared at Alex with a confused expression as Alex explained, "She had an accident and lost her memory. Don’t refrain from telling her the things she used to do in the past."
Betty nodded eagerly in understanding and said to Joanna, "Madam, your favorite place in this house was the kitchen. You loved to cook for sir and to watch him eat."
Joanna’s cheeks pinked at Betty’s words, wondering the kind of wife she had been to such a powerful man.
Alex’s good looks could not cover the aura he exhumed, making her certain that he was indeed a very powerful man.