Damien was waiting for her on the dining table. A generous amount of food was placed. He was reading some documents on his tablet.
At that time he heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
He saw a woman dressed in a plain white dress come downstairs elegantly.
Her every step, movement showed elegance and discipline. She placed her hand on the side railing as she came downstairs.
Joy was still trying to get used to the shirt and skin exposing dresses that girls of this era including the previous Joy had favored.
In her time, she used to wear a long gown with puffy sleeves which covered her whole body with no skin showing.
But the dresses in her wardrobe was only short dresses and this had been the longest one she could find even if it only reached her knee.
She elegantly came down from the stairs and walked gently to the dining table.
She sat down and looked at all the food placed on the table as she salivated.
She was hungry, the food she ate in the hospital had been bland and tasteless. But these dishes looked amazing.
She picked up her cutlery and started eating the food on her plate as she elegantly placed it in her mouth and chewed while savoring the flavor.
Damien was staring at her as she ate quietly and with elegance.
He shook his head, regained his composure and began eating while still staring at her.
She looked like a priceless painting as she ate her food without making a sound.
This was the first time he had seen her behaving so elegantly and she looked like royalty as she ate.
The dinner passed on in this manner quietly.
None of them spoke, and when she was ready to go upstairs, he spoke up, "Wait, do you really not remember anything?"
She stared at him, "do I look like I am acting?" she asked him.
Damien was stunned at her counter question. Though she was speaking back to him, her voice was not loud or angry.
Instead, she talked so non chalantly that it made him feel weird.
He looked at her cooly, "Since we decided not to divorce until six months time, during this period you will be Mrs Wellington and you need to follow all the rules"
"What rules?" she asked.
"It means you cannot be in a relationship with any man and you have to respect my family and manage this household. Although our relationship was only in name, as Mrs Wellington, you have to fulfill your responsibility. And in return, I will give you money and status, understood?"
After Joy listened to his words, she scoffed. Everything was so similar to her past life. A marriage without love but she had to follow all the rules and remain chaste for her whole life while her husband could go around to play with as many women he wanted. She refused to live like that anymore.
She spoke up, "Okay, I agree. But you also cannot be in any relationship with any other woman, if you bring a second wife or a concubine, I will make life a living hell. Because I won't remain faithful while you philander around. We will respect this union even though our marriage is only in name"
After hearing her reply, Damien looked at her strangely. 'second wife', 'concubine' what era did she think she was or had she watched too many historical movies.
"okay" he agreed.
"if there is nothing else, then I am leaving". And after Joy said this, she went upstairs without waiting for him to speak anymore.
This action of hers only confused Damien furthermore.
Had Joy always been like this or was this a side effect of her memory loss?
If this was a side effect then he hoped she never gets her memory back because spending life with this new Joy didn't seem that bad.
But would it mean she wouldn't remember her love for him as well?
Damien sighed, her craziness was really affecting him. Maybe he should really go to the hospital for a check up.
The next day....
Joy woke up early, her body was still used to her past life in the palace where she was expected to wake up early.
She bent her body a little and looked at the alarm clock on his beside table. It was just four am.
She kept tossing and turning but she couldn't sleep again.
She finally got up when she was tired and went to the westroom to freshen up.
After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she looked in the mirror. Her hair was blonde and long unlike her pasy self.
She also missed her soft skin.
After making sure she was presentable. She went outside.
As soon as she opened the door to go downstairs, the door in front of her room opened.
She was startled as the door had opened suddenly.
Damien who was dressed in a gym attire came out of the room. His hair was messy and tousled but somehow it made him more appealing and attractive.
He looked at her in surprise. It was only five thirty in the morning and he was awake.
Normally she slept till noon.
He looked at her in shock as she woke up so early in the morning.
He stared at her face which was shining bright. She hadn't even showered yet she looked so beautiful.
"Why are you awake so early in the morning? Are you feeling unwell?"
She raised her brows at him and replied nonchalantly, "I woke up early, so I decided to take a walk in the garden"
He nodded, "Okay, but don't walk for too long, you just woke up from a coma and you shouldn't stress yourself out. Otherwise, we will have to take you to the hospital"
Joy looked at him weirdly, why was he acting like he cared about her?
"You don't need to worry about me, just go on to where you were going"