Chapter 7 FAREWELL MEAL

FELICIA's P O V

''Where would you like to go for lunch?'' Marcus made an announcement as he was getting into the car. ''This meal is on me...''

Seriously? He's aware that I am unable to recall anything, and here he was questioning me about where we're going to eat despite this fact.

And wait...

''I'm sorry but I don't think I want to use your money...'' I snorted and looked away from him. ''I have my own money, and I can pay on my own... And to the best of my recollection, it was written in the contract that we're independent in the property, therefore I assume -''

I was cut off by his loud laugh, and when I turned to look at him again, his blue eyes were also on me, with his light brown hair lying so perfectly flat on his head and looking as shiny as if he had just gotten out of the shower. And soon, he gradually turned his attention away from me and focused on the road.

''Do you really believe that you still have money left with you?'' He inquired, the amusement in his eyes not diminishing one bit, and his pretty pink lips suddenly closing in a narrow line. It was difficult for me to stop staring at it, and was called out of my reverie with the sound of him clearing his throat.

But hold on a second... did he just say that I don't have any money of my own?

''W-what exactly do you mean by that?'' I asked with trepidation, hoping against hope that the thought that was going through my head wasn't correct.

''Did you notice the luxurious garments that are stored in your wardrobe?'' he questioned, and I recalled the several expensive dresses and other articles of clothing that were organized in my closet. There was a night dress, a casual dress, and different kinds of clothings, and I was positive that the price wasn't a joke. ''What about the jewelry collections you had? The make-ups, the shoes...''

He never stopped talking about the things I had in the house that he claimed were all belonged to me. What happened? Did my family group gone bankrupt and the money in my savings were gone, too?

''What you're thinking is right, Felicia...'' he confirmed, and I stared at him with wide eye expression without uttering a single word. When his words had sink in, I opened my mouth to ask again, but the car suddenly stopped in front of a high class restaurant. ''We're here...''

''W-wait!''

But he already opened the door and hopped out, leaving me dumbfounded. I jumped out of the car and followed him.

I watched him toss his car keys to the valet who was standing at the entrance of the restaurant before he turned to wait for me. As soon as I got closer to him, his arm automatically wrapped around my waist. I flinched and shot him a deathly glare, but he just smiled at me as he led me into the establishment.

''Sir, do you happen to have a reservation?'' a stunning waitress stood in our path, and as Marcus nodded and provided his name, she escorted us into a VIP area.

As I looked about, I noticed that the place was fairly busy. Wine was being consumed while individuals munched on food.

Marcus removed his arm from around my waist and drew a chair for me to sit in. I could feel a flush rising on my cheeks as I looked at him beaming from ear to ear.

Damn, those teeth were perfect. He must have a great dental plan. But why was he smiling at me anyway?

''The food here is delicious, you'll get to taste the best steak in the world....'' He said to me as he handed me the menu book. However, I waved my hand to indicate that he'd just take orders for us, and he sighed as he obliged. His upbeat mood had suddenly shifted into a pessimistic one. ''I'll just order your favorites...'' It was said in a solemn tone, and all I could do was shrug my shoulders in response.

After he informed me that I no longer have any money, I felt like I didn't have the mood to eat. Because of him... I've completely lost my appetite.

A knock on the door startled us both as we were waiting for our orders-his orders-to arrive. I was thinking about what should I do after I got to see the result of my tests, and Marcus was staring at me with eyes that didn't blink, as if he was still processing what had happened to me.

''You're very beautiful Felicia...'' he told me earlier, and he was staring at me with loving eyes but I didn't pay attention on him, or should I say I didn't know how to react, and the knock on the door saved me from saying anything at all.

The door to the room swung open all of a sudden, and a stunning woman with a nice smile plastered on her lips. She has long curly brown hair, her facial bones are delicately carved, her red lips are full, and her nose is exquisitely dainty. She had the height of a model in a magazine, and despite the fact that she was not wearing heels, she presented an elegant appearance.

However, as soon as she realized who was inside the VIP area, that smile vanished instantly, and one could detect recognition in her eyes, indicating that she's aware of who we are. She's familiar with me....

Who's this woman?

''What are you doing here, Mila?!'' I was startled when Marcus suddenly got up from his seat, and his voice was unusually loud, which made me jump from where I was sitting.

Mila...

Mila Kingston?

When I turned around to look at her once more, I narrowed my eyes as I sought to commit that face to memory. Yes... that would be Mila; she was a classmate of mine back in high school; and if I'm not mistaken, she had a great crush on Marcus.

But I don't understand why Marcus seemed to despise her while he was still standing in front of me and casting angry glares towards the woman who chose to enter the room even though no one had invited her.

I couldn't help but frown at her because it seemed by the look on her face that she wasn't expecting to see us together. There's something off about this situation, and I have to find out what it is...

''Are you two having a farewell meal?'' She questioned while pointing her fingers back and forth at Marcus and me.

What does she mean farewell? Is Marcus leaving?

''What? What the hell are you saying, Mila?'' Marcus questioned my thoughts, his voice didn't change a bit.

''Oh... I...'' The way Mila was biting her lower lip and looking at me with her eyes made it appear as though she was pleading with me to come to her rescue; in response, I gave her a look that conveyed my understanding that I, too, had no idea what she was talking about. I can't even remember her, duh! ''N-nothing... just forget about it...''

''What is it?!'' Marcus inquired once more, and this time Mila flinched.

''W-well... The previous week, Felicia and I met for coffee, and during our conversation... she... she informed me that you two would be getting a divorce today...'' she stammered, and I was shocked.

Marcus' face darkened as he turned his gaze from Mila to me, and I froze, not wanting to meet his blazing eyes... but that didn't scare me in the least because I was thinking about what Mila had just stated.

Marcus and I were going to divorce today, so that means our marriage was on rocks. I won't get a divorce if I have feelings for this man. I was right all along, that he was a jerk as he was in high school. That would be the reason why I chose to end our relationship.

Now it was my turn to give him the death gaze as he stood there staring at me. I don't understand why he didn't tell me about it. Why was he using the difficulty of my circumstance to his advantage? Was he the one who caused me to lose my memory on purpose so that I wouldn't pursue divorcing him further?