Chapter 79 Milton Was Being Caught

With his drunken state, he creepily tiptoed in Marielle'sroom. He looked at the woman curled up while sleeping. She was like a kitten being abandoned by her mother. The quilt that was covering her body fell on the floor. Vincent picked it up and put it back to her. "Marielle Roberts, who are you? Why can't I remember anything about us in the past?" he murmured. Every time he saw her, there were only fragments flashed on his mind but they were blurry pictures. If he was going to force himself to focus on those, he would feel a terrible pain. His head was like splitting into two. He had no choice but to stop thinking about it and drowned himself to hate her to avoid discomfort.