Camryn and I truly began living as a married couple.
I didn't know how my past self had lived, but deep down, I seemed satisfied with our current situation and had no desire to recover my memories.
However, my past wouldn't just disappear.
When the contact named "Blaise Wilder" called for the third time, I finally picked up.
"Hello? This is Ashley."
"…Ashley."
I organized my words, being as polite as possible. "Hello, may I ask what this is about?"
"…"
The voice on the other end sighed, clearly impatient. "What's wrong with you? It's been over a month and you're still acting this way? Jazlyn already apologized to you, didn't she?"
Acting what? And who was Jazlyn?
He said so much, but I didn't understand a word.
His tone was clearly unwilling to talk, and it was only after a month that he called, not even knowing I had been in a car accident. Our relationship couldn't have been very good.
So I decided to be magnanimous and said, "Okay, no worries. I've accepted her apology."
"Is there anything else you need?"
The person on the other end didn't respond.
At that moment, I heard a noise by the door. My eyes lit up and I ran toward it. "Honey!"
I hung up the phone without hearing the angry questions on the other end.
I kissed Camryn's face as I approached. "Honey, you're back."
At first, things had felt a little awkward, but now, Camryn had completely gotten used to my affectionate gestures.
When the mood was right, he would even take the initiative, his voice low as he asked if I would always love him.
I returned his passionate kiss, but suddenly, my phone rang again.
I quickly hung up, but I heard Camryn ask, "Someone called you, why didn't you answer?"
"I did answer," I admitted, "but he started yelling at me, I didn't want to hear it."
"He kept mentioning Jazlyn... I don't know her. It's giving me a headache."
Upon hearing that, Camryn's expression darkened. He grabbed my phone, saw "Blaise Wilder" on the screen, and his face grew even darker.
I asked, "What's wrong, honey? Do you know him? Is my relationship with him good?"
Camryn looked at me deeply, and I shuddered under his gaze.
"Honey... don't look at me like that, I'm scared."
I reached out to grab his hand, but he firmly clasped it in his.
After a long moment, he finally said in a harsh tone, "I don't know him. Our relationship isn't good. From now on, you're not allowed to answer his calls."
His words didn't make much sense, but it was clear that he had a strong aversion to "Blaise Wilder."
I nodded and, holding his hand, blocked his number and removed all other contacts linked to him.
Camryn froze for a moment, clearly surprised by my decisiveness. A brief look of shock crossed his face.
I pinched his cheek. "Now, he won't be able to call you anymore."
"Don't be upset, honey."
Suddenly, my body was lifted off the ground as Camryn carried me to the bedroom.
His gaze was predatory, and his breath came heavier.
I could feel his excitement and eagerness, though I wasn't sure why.
"Ashley, what do you want me to do?" he asked in a strange tone. The rest of his words were swallowed up in the heat of our kiss. "You're too good, baby."
"From now on... don't blame me."
I ran my hand down his back, shaking my head, my mind clouded with white light.
I awoke again in the early morning, my phone glowing faintly with multiple messages.
The contact labeled "Bestie" had bombarded me with messages, and I scrolled back up.
"Finally out of prison!!! My father is heartless—he locked me up for three months!!"
"? Who is this lady? You've never sent me a single message before. What's going on?"
"Where the hell have you been, Ashley?! You're not picking up the phone!"
"You didn't get into trouble, did you??? Call me back???"
I scrolled to the last message, where she was desperately asking if I was alive, until the final one popped up.
"Are you living with Camryn now??"
Followed by an entire page of question marks.
I replied simply: "Yes, I'm very happy with him. No need to burn me 30 billion in paper money."
Lucy: "…No way."
