Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 642 Know Nothing About Myself

Based on the previous analyses, I now had a hunch that Charlie hid my passport to keep me by his side

This sounded absurd, but considering that maybe I didn't love Charlie before, everything made sense

But after thinking for a moment, I realized that things might not be as I had thought. How could I have suspected my husband with such malice? What if those documents were actually misplaced by me after I had lost my memory?

So I started searching my bedroom, going through every drawer, to find any legal

documents that could prove my identity

Unfortunately, I found nothing

I walked up to the window and leaned against the windowsill, feeling a bit down as I surveyed every corner of the room, trying to awaken the memories deep in my mind with the scenes in the bedroom

After all, I had lived here for a long time, and everything in this room should have traces of my memory

So I began to carefully observe every corner here, from the soft sofa blanket to the wardrobe filled with books and photos, and then to the bed on which I slept last night..

As my gaze shifted towards the bedside, something in the corner of the bed resembling a

rope immediately caught my attention

Last night, 1t was too dark outside. After entering the room, I immediately turned on the light. Perhaps due to the lighting, I didn't notice the thin short rope tied to the head of the bed

How could it appear in the bedroom? With curiosity in mind, I walked over and bent down to examine it. Suddenly, I felt a severe headache upon finding that it was tied and cut off by someone deliberately

My brain seemed to be invaded by an electrified drill, causing it to ache in a disorganized manner until a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I almost collapsed to the bed, crouching down

I wanted to shout for help, but at that moment I had completely run out of energy

Luckily, the vase filled with water on the bedside table was within my reach. I didn't care about the newly replaced roses in the vase and exhausted all my remaining strength to reach the edge of it, forcefully pushing it over to the ground

Then it made a muffled sound when touching the carpet. Although it didn't shatter into pieces, the sound was loud enough for others outside the door to hear the unusual noise

The maid outside first knocked on the door, but seeing no response, she quickly opened the door and rushed in. She was clearly startled when she saw me lying on the carpet beside the bedCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

She called out to me while hurrying towards me

"Madam! Madam! What happened? Go and call the doctor quickly!"

She shouted towards the door and then struggled to help me up from the ground, dragging me to the sofa, my legs already weak

After we finally managed to sit down on the sofa, I also regained a bit of consciousness

I waved to her, saying in a hoarse voice, "No need to call the doctor. I just suddenly had a headache. When I was discharged last time, the doctor told me that something like this was normal before I could regain my memory." But the premise was that I must have seen something that coincided with a scene in my memory

Hesitating for a moment, I decided not to tell the maid about the rope incident. Instead, I continued to ask, "Do you know where I put all the documents in the house before? I just

planned to organize my things, only to find that my passport and ID card are all missing."

She suddenly froze and was surprised. But she quickly cracked a smile as usual and asked, "Madam, why do you suddenly look for those things? Mr. Charlie has already instructed that you should stay at home and rest well. There is no need to go out. Moreover, if you want to go out, he and the driver will accompany you, so you don't need a passport or any other documents at all."

She spoke a lot today, which seemed a bit strange

I glanced at her and guessed that this might indeed be what Charlie had told her, with the purpose of protecting me

So I didn't refute her words. Instead, I nodded to

show my approval

"You are right, but... I just feel like I can't remain unknown about myself. So, I want to find those documents, which may help me retrieve my memories."

The maid fell into silence for a second

Then she looked up to meet my gaze and said hurriedly, "I actually don't know either, madam

You know nothing about this house, and neither do I. [came to Marilyn's house only after your accident, so I don't know anything about what happened before."

I couldn't believe it. I was stunned for a while before saying, "Then what about the others at home?"