When Lisa arrived at the house Gabriel told her they were living in, she couldn’t help but whistle in approval. It was spacious and very well decorated considering they hadn’t been married long.
She told him so.
His only response was the following, “You had been living with me for a few months when I… proposed.” He finished with a tight smile, and Lisa couldn’t help but wonder why the sudden change of mood.
“Are you okay?” She asked, genuinely worried about the man who claimed to be her husband... who was her husband, but who she just couldn’t recall for some reason.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He countered right back, feeling somewhat angry at being so easy to read to the point where even a Lisa who had lost all her memories of him could.
His tone must have been a tad bit
