However, he would not tell her that.

He said impatiently, "I’ve completely recovered. Why are you still staying here?"

"But your wound was torn open earlier..."

As soon as she finished her words, Christopher refuted.

"Do you think you know better than the doctor?"

His words rendered Janice speechless.

After thinking about it, it made sense to her. Since the doctor had allowed him to discharge from the hospital, how could she still doubt about it!

"Let me do it."

As she spoke, she stepped forward, took half of his luggage, and started packing.

With her help, Christopher simply stood aside.

As he stood there and silently watched her packing up his things, he could not help but smile.

After a short while, Amelia completed the discharge formalities.

When Janice accompanied Christopher out of the sanatorium, she found out that Old Mr. Allson was also discharged from the hospital.

However, the difference was that Old Mr. Allson was taken home in a special car provided by the hospital.

"Janice, can you and Chris come back with us to live with Grandpa first?"

Before getting in the car, Amelia asked for her opinion.

Janice nodded in agreement.

At this moment, she knew that Old Mr. Allson needed company the most.

After a while, the car stopped at the gate of Allson’s villa.

As soon as Janice got out of the car, she opened the trunk in the first place and took out the luggage.

Amelia got out of the car just in time to see this scene. When she subconsciously glanced at her son, she saw that he was just standing and watching beside Janice and did not go to help.

Amelia frowned.

She had thought that her son would become a considerate man after getting married. However, she didn’t expect him to lose his memory and become a completely different person.

She was starting to sympathize with her daughter-in-law.

Amelia sighed and walked in.

Janice returned to her room with the luggage. As soon as she put it down, Christopher came in.

She said, "Chris, sit down and have a rest first. I’ll sort out the clothes."

As she spoke, she dragged the luggage to the wardrobe and hung Christopher’s clothes inside one by one.

Christopher remained silent. He just leaned against the door frame and looked at her calmly.

However, when she saw her putting on her clothes, she could not help but frown as he walked over.

Only then did he realize that there were both men’s and women’s clothing inside the luggage.

He couldn’t help but frown.

He had just wondered how she had managed to find the room so easily.

It turned out that she had lived here before.

Otherwise, how would her clothes have ended up her?

It seemed that he really took her seriously before he lost his memory.

Otherwise, given his mysophobia, how could he allow her to live in?

"Chris, are you going to take a shower?"

Janice raised her head and saw him standing in front of the wardrobe in a daze.

Then, she hurried forward to ask him.

Christopher didn’t say anything but just looked at her deeply.

However, Janice suddenly recalled something and said, "Oh, right. I forgot. Your body is still wrapped in bandages, so you can’t touch the water. How about this? I’ll help you take a shower after sorting out those clothes."

Hearing this, Christopher’s eyes flashed with awkwardness.

"No need. I can take a shower by myself."

Not noticing his expression, Janice replied, "That won’t do. I’ve previously asked the doctor from the sanatorium about it. And the wound cannot get wet. Although you are discharged from the hospital, you still have to listen to the doctor’s instructions."

As Janice spoke, she stopped sorting out clothes and took out a clean set of clothes from the closet. "Let’s go."

She pulled him toward the bathroom.

Christopher was stunned. "What are you doing?"

Letting go of his hand, Janice put away the clothes and said, "Assisting you with taking a shower."

...

Hearing this, a look of embarrassment flashed across Christopher’s face. What a joke!

How could a man like him let a woman bathe him? Wouldn’t he be laughed at by his friends if this got out?

"No need, I’ll take a shower by myself."

He said awkwardly.

As Janice stared at his face, she was a bit surprised, as if she had discovered something.

"Chris, are you shy?"

"I’m not."

As he spoke, he pushed her out and closed the bathroom door. And then he turned to look at himself in the mirror. And he wondered if he was really shy.

Although Janice was pushed out by him, she couldn’t help laughing when she thought of Christopher’s slightly blushing face.

She couldn’t help thinking of how Christopher used to be before he lost his memory. He tried every means available to stick to her every day. Moreover, he could only dream of a hug, not to mention taking a shower with her before.

She could not help but sigh.

She thought to herself, "Take it slow."

"I’m outside. Call me if you need anything."

She said a few words towards the bathroom door before turning around and walking toward the bed.

When Christopher heard her words in the bathroom, he was very disapproving. He wouldn’t call her. He thought, "It’s just a shower. What’s so difficult about it?"

So, he walked in and took off his coat. But when he remembered that the doctor had told him not to touch water, he paused and reached out to try in the mirror, only to find that he couldn’t reach it at all.

<Do I really have to ask her for help?

No!

I’ve told her not to come in. Plus, I still don’t know what kind of person she is.

What if she is up to something?>

Thinking of this, he became more determined that he would never fall into her trap.

He thought, "Yes, I will absolutely not get tricked."

Therefore, he carelessly wiped his body, put on a bathrobe, and walked out.

Janice had been paying attention to the movements inside the bathroom, but she hadn’t heard the sound of flowing water. She was a little curious, and as soon as she reached the door, it opened from the inside.

The two were caught off guard and bumped into each other. Janice’s forehead hit Christopher’s chest. And she only felt that it was hard and painful.

She couldn’t help crying out while covering her forehead.

Christopher, however, frowned.

"What are you doing? Are you peeping at me taking a shower?"

He subconsciously tightened his bathrobe.

Janice rubbed her aching forehead. She was rendered speechless when she saw Christopher’s reaction.

She said, "I didn’t. I just wanted to see if you had finished."

Christopher snorted. "You’d better not."

He walked past her to stand in front of the cabinet, and Janice followed him. She glanced at his body, as if she couldn’t feel any water vapor coming from him.

She thought, "Did he really take a shower?"

"Well... did you really take a shower?" she asked in confusion.

Seeing the questioning look in her eyes, Christopher felt guilty.

"Of course... I did."

Even though he said so, Janice was still a bit confused. After all, she hadn’t heard the sound of flowing water.

However, she thought that since he said that he had done so, there was no real reason to doubt him.

Thinking of this, she stopped asking and turned towards the bed.

Only then did Christopher heave a sigh of relief. He took out a T-shirt from the wardrobe and put it on. When he turned around and walked to the bed, he found that the bedsheets had been changed into new pink ones. His face suddenly darkened. "Did you change this?"

Looking over, Janice knew that he was referring to the bedsheet and nodded her head. "Oh, I noticed that the color was dull before, so I changed to a brighter one. Not bad, right?" she said.

Christopher showed a look of disdain on his face.

<She has such terrible taste!

How could she let someone like me sleep in a pink bedsheet!>

...

He thought, "What a joke!"

"I don’t like it. Change it," he said.

Janice paused for a moment, but when she saw Christopher frown, she nodded in agreement.

Nevertheless, she was still a little disappointed.

She thought that he wouldn’t have been bothered by this.

After all, she had changed the pink sheets before. At that time, he said nothing and accepted it happily.

It seemed that amnesia could change a person’s personality.

Thinking of this, she felt much better about her situation.

She thought, "Forget it. I’ll just do as he says."

Thus, she went to the wardrobe, took out the dark sheets from inside, and put them back on.

Christopher stared at her and frowned.

"All right, you can go to bed now."

She put the sheets on the bed again.

Then, Christopher walked over. However, when he glanced at the two pillows at the head of the bed, he frowned in displeasure.

"I don’t like to sleep with others. Go and sleep in the guest room."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and threw another pillow aside.

Seeing this, Janice hurriedly reached out to catch it, but she was a bit puzzled by Christopher’s behavior.

"But we’ve always slept together," she said.

Christopher frowned. "That was before. Now, do as I say."

His tone sounded a bit coercive.

Janice frowned. "I won’t go to another room," she said.

Christopher did not expect her to be defiant about this.

After all, she had obeyed him when she was in the hospital.

He said, "If you don’t go, I’ll go."

After saying that, he strode toward the door.

Seeing this, Janice stepped forward to block the door. "You’re not allowed to go either. "

She said in a tough tone.

Christopher was furious. He stared at the woman in front of him, for he didn’t expect her to have the guts to order him!

"Get out of the way."

"No."

Janice stared at him intently.

The two of them glared at each other as though they were competing with each other. Neither of them backed down.

Christopher didn’t expect her to be so tough. And he thought, "It makes sense. She even threatened to jump off the building to see me. Now that she finally sees me, how could she miss the chance?" Thinking of this, he deliberately provoked her. "What? Do you want to sleep with me so badly?"

He put his hand on the door behind her and stared at her, pinning her against the door.

Even though she knew that he forgot the memory that he had with her, she still felt a little hurt when she heard his words.

However, she didn’t mind. Therefore, she bit her lip and said, "I can sleep on the floor, right?"

Hearing this, Christopher was stunned, for he did not expect her to make such a request.

He thought, "Sleeping on the floor?"

For some reason, he was suddenly in a bad mood.

But he still nodded and said, "It’s up to you."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to lie down on the bed.

Seeing this, Janice sighed in relief.

As long as she didn’t sleep with him separately, she would do anything.

Then, she walked over to the wardrobe and took a blanket from within, placing it on the floor beside the bed.

After putting together a makeshift bed on the floor, she lay down on the sheet.

Although she was sleeping on the floor, she felt it was still quite comfortable.

She smiled faintly. As she turned to look at Christopher, who was lying on the bed, she said softly, "Goodnight, Chris."

Then she closed her eyes with satisfaction.

He somehow got even more upset when he heard Janice say goodnight to him.

He felt as if there was something stuck in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and smoothed it before turning over to sleep.

In this way, two of them slept on the bed and the floor respectively. And they slept peacefully for the entire night.

Janice woke up early the next morning while Christopher was still sound asleep.