Then she felt a little regretful. It was an excellent opportunity to get close to Burgess if she lived here.
But when she thought of the cold reception she had received in this house in the past, she wanted to escape quickly.
"Mr. Burgess, I'm in a state of amnesia right now, and it's not suitable for me to live with you. And I have a place to live, and I’ve been fine there."
Burgess didn't believe that she had amnesia at all. She was still pretending.
Perhaps because of the drive back, he was much calmer than before.
"Just for this reason?"
Oprah nodded, "Yes."
Burgess didn't believe it.
"We can sleep in separate rooms."
"I don’t think it’s a good idea." Oprah paused, "I don't want to be gossiped about. Besides, I'm your sister in the name!"
Be gossiped about?
"So what?" Burges
