After taking care of check-in process, I went to my room and put down my luggage. The turmoil in my heart had not subsided.

If Margareth had not stopped me just now, I would have rushed over and questioned Christian.

Why didn't he come back for three years if he was clearly not dead?

Didn't he promise to marry me when he came back? Why did he fall in love with another girl?

Margareth seemed to understand what was on my mind. She held my hand as she walked downstairs.

"Yasmin, let's go across the street and have some barbecue."

"But you have to promise me first not to get excited."

I nodded obediently.

When we walked into the barbecue restaurant, Christian was still burying her head in grilling and the girl was enthusiastically attracting customers.

This barbecue restaurant was located across from the hotel we stayed and its business was quite good.

I stopped uncontrollably in front of Christian and saw the small scar on his neck, which was exactly the same as I remembered.

That little scar was caused by me biting it accidentally. He did not blame me or get angry at that time.

Instead, he smiled and said, "This is the mark my baby left on me. If I get lost someday, you can use this mark to find me."

People were coming and going around me and I could not help but burst into tears.

"Christian ...." I called him with a trembling voice, but he frowned and looked up at me.

The moment his eyes met mine, confusion, dazedness and indifference quickly flashed across his face.

Then he said, "I'm sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else."

His gaze was unfamiliar and sharp.

It hurt my heart like it had been stabbed by a knife.

Christian had been in my life for a whole nine years. I had seen him in many different forms: shy, angry, doting and sad.

However, I had never seen such unfamiliar gaze before.

Suddenly, a girl's crisp voice came from inside.

"Killian, hurry up and give the skewers for table 10 to the customer!"

"Coming!"

Christian put it away skillfully and quickly, turned around and walked inside, ignoring me as a stranger again.

"Yasmin."

Margareth saw me standing there stiffly, so she came over and pulled me in to sit first.

When she saw me crying so hard, she did not say anything and just handed me the tissue silently.

"Are you sure it's him?"

A hint of heartache flashed in Margareth's eyes.

I shook my head, speechless.

I also wish it was not him. For a moment, I would rather have him really die and only stay in my memories.

I did not want him to fall in love with another girl either.

However, all the clues were telling me that he was Christian Sanders. He was Christian who I lost for three years.

The restaurant was doing good business, with the seats full of customers. The barbecue we ordered was delivered more than ten minutes late.

The girl brought Christian over to apologize to us in person and gave us two extra bottles of drinks.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't expect there would be so many customers today. I'm sorry for serving your meal late. These two bottles of drinks are our apology!"

The girl smiled sweetly.

A few seconds later, I was shock to see Christian walking towards me, limping.

His legs ....

What was wrong with it?

Margareth glanced at me, then smiled at the girl and responded, "It's okay. We came to Witherbury for travelling and relaxation. It's fate, so why don't we make friends?"

The girl was very happy. She introduced herself as Dabney William.

Holding Christian's arm intimately, she smiled playfully and cutely. "This is our boss, Killian Andrews."

Margareth introduced ourself with a bright smile. "My name is Margareth Clinton and she is Yasmin Nauderer."

Hearing my name, Christian did not have any special reaction at all. It seemed that he had really forgotten me completely.

I tightly gripped the stick of the barbecue and a sour sensation rose in my throat.

Fortunately, they did not stand there for long when a new customer came to the restaurant. Dabney quickly took him to greet and serve the customers.

I silently watched Christian limping back and forth serving meals to the customers.

There was a sharp pain somewhere in my chest.

What did he go through during the three years when he disappeared?

Until he became what he was now.

It was understandable that he did not remember me.

In the evening, when most of the customers had left, I sat at the door of the hotel in a daze, feeling heartbroken.

Christian loved that girl more than I imagined.

He looked up at her with gentle and doting eyes and gently picked up the towel to wipe her sweat.

Dabney had a lively personality and even sneaked into the man's arms to kiss him in front of customers.

Christian smiled helplessly, but still gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

After finishing their busy work, they were about to have a dinner. Dabney turned her head and saw me sitting at the door, warmly waving at us.

"Would you like to come over and have dinner together?"

Margareth took some snacks we brought from home and pulled me over.

"Don't be foolish, it's better to suffer a short pain than a long one, it's better to ask clearly." She whispered in my ear.

Christian grilled some more skewers, but when he brought them over, there were some leftovers under his feet that had not been cleaned up thoroughly.

"Money!"

An orange puppy ran over and wagged its tail, eating up all the leftovers.

I looked up in shock and asked, "What ... what is its name?"

Christian silently glanced at me, without saying a word. The person who answered me was Dabney.

"It called Money. It was Killian gave it the name. Do you also think it's a bit funny, Yasmin?"

I had mixed feelings in my heart and asked, "Why did you give it that name?"

Dabney handed us plates, spoon and forks with a smile, muttering in her mouth, but her eyes were soft enough.

"Killian said that the name also has good meaning, which is a hope for prosperity."

I stared blankly at the puppy who was happily biting its tail.

Money was the name of the pet dog that Christian and I adopted together. I loved money and believed that good names represented good luck, so I insisted on giving it this name.

I just did not understand, why the man still remembered the pet dog, Money, even though he had completely forgotten about me?

Margareth was distributing grilled skewers to everyone. She was about to pass a few skewers of shrimp to Christian when I blurted out, "He can't eat seafood!"

There was a moment of silence.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on me. Including Christian, he stopped moving his hands and stared at me in surprise. "How did you know?"

I knew six years ago that he was allergic to seafood.

I liked eating shrimp. Christian always peeled a plate of shrimp for me. After peeling them, his hands would be allergic and swollen, but he always hid it from me.

"I want you to enjoy your meal." The man loved me enough that even though he knew he was allergic to seafood, he still helped me peel shrimps.

However, I loved him too and since then I had never eaten any seafood in front of him again.

Just when I was at a loss and embarrassed, I gave a bitter smile and answered, "I am a student of traditional medicine and I can tell a little bit about a person's physical condition."

Dabney suddenly sat next to me in surprise.

"You're so awesome, Yasmin."

She approached me with a mysterious look on her face and whispered in my ear. "Can you help me see when I can get pregnant?"

I felt like I was struck by lightning.

My eyes were uncontrollably looking at Christian.

He lowered his head to get the barbecue dipping sauce and did not look at us.

Have they even ... gotten to this point?

Seeing that I froze and did not say anything, Dabney was immersed in her own joy.

"Killian and I are getting married next month. His leg has been injured and he has been worried that his fertility might be affected."

"A man as good as Killian will definitely be a good father in the future. He will definitely feel very regretful if he doesn't have children!"

I took Dabney's pulse and told her that it was not yet clear when she would be pregnant, but there must be no problem with her fertility.

"As for Killian ... I need to check his pulse."

Dabney actually listened to it.

After having barbecue dinner, she called Christian and me into the same room.

The man looked confused and asked, "Dabney, what are you doing ...."

In front of me, Dabney intimately hooked her arms around his neck, kissed him hard and then smiled mischievously.

"Yasmin studies traditional medicine. She has agreed to help you take your pulse and examine your body for free. You have to be obedient."

Without waiting for him to react, the girl ran out with a wink.

"Give me your arm," I said without looking at him.

Try your best to control your emotions and keep your breathing as steady as possible.

But Christian did not move for a few seconds.

I looked up curiously and only then did I see his gaze fall on the red bracelet on my wrist.

His voice trembled slightly. "Why do you have this too?"