Chapter 3

“Hey! If you’re still alive, get off the floor and go do the dishes!” Instead of helping him up from the floor, Emma Mitchell walked around him and kept stubbing him with her foot.

“Hurry up and get up, will you? You spilled milk everywhere and broke the glass. It almost cut me just now. Get up and clean it up!” Dean frowned as he tiptoed closer to his mother.

Aria walked out of her room to see what fell and quickened her pace when she saw Leon sprawled on the floor.

“What are you doing on the floor? Why is he lying on the floor? Did he fall? Did you push him, Dean?”

Dean dropped the still full glass of milk on the table and harrumphed angrily, “Hmph, why would I push him? Do you only think the worst of me?”

Emma immediately shot her a stern look, “How could you accuse your brother of doing something so vile? Even if he did push him, I’m sure it wasn’t his intention to do so. Can you be a little more on your brother’s side and see the good in him too?”

“He may be an idiot, but I’ve never seen anyone as cautious as Leon. He wouldn’t just slip and fall,” Aria mumbled as she helped Leon up and frowned slightly when she saw the big cut on his forehead.

It was bleeding so much that a part of his shirt was already soaked in his blood.

Dean gritted his teeth and snarled, “You haven’t heard of accidents, have you?”

Seeing how worried she looked, Leon lowered his head to her height and she reached out to touch his forehead.

“You’re bleeding so much. Come, I’ll stitch it for you.” She sighed, ignoring her brother and led him away.

As she did, Emma yelled after her in a shrill voice, “Where are you going? Get back here and apologize to your brother for accusing him! Do you not hear me? Aria Miller!”

Aria paid a deaf ear to her and led him to the kitchen where she took out the first aid kit from a corner, dabbed his wound then plastered it.

As she did, the man stared down at her quietly. She was yet to notice it, but the trace of childishness in his eyes had disappeared, and he just stared at her with an unfathomable look in his eyes.

“Aria…”

Whenever something like this happened, Leon would feel guilty at how worried she was and apologize for it.

So she naturally assumed he was going to apologize when he called out to her and subtly waved him aside.

“There’s no need to apologize for falling, even though I doubt you did. Dean must’ve bullied and pushed you down the stairs.”

“Hurry up and regain your memories so we can get a divorce. The longer we remain married, the more everyone will continue to treat you like a worthless piece of trash.”

The man clenched his fists tightly and swallowed back the words he was about to say about him regaining his memories.

Right. He had quickly forgotten she was just waiting for him to do so before casting him aside. Even a bag of trash was kept around a little long when it was full. Yet, he’d be tossed out so quickly? How cruel.

“And don’t worry about the dishes; the housekeeper would take care of it when she comes tomorrow. I don’t know why Mother has you do the chores around the house when we pay the cleaning lady to do it.”

“Thank you, Aria.” In the end, he just pulled his usual childish smile at her when she finished.

“You’re so adorable as a grownup; I wonder how adorable you were as a child.” Aria laughed and pulled his cheeks gently.

When the duo walked past the living room, they found Dean watching television and laughing loudly by himself.

Leon halted and stared at him a little longer. Not only did he have bad grades in school, but he knew nothing about business and spent all of his time relaxing and doing nothing but still expected to be made the family’s successor.

He would even yell at Aria and take out his frustration on her whenever something didn’t go his way.

Aria always reminded him she was his elder sister and deserved to be spoken to with respect, but Emma would butt in each and every time to remind her their grandmother would likely pass the family’s company to one of her grandsons.

So instead of him watching how he spoke to her, Aria had to be the one watching how she spoke to him even though she was the one who toiled every day in the company trying to keep it up and running.

Dean had a lot of negative traits, but even with an IQ of a child, Leon disliked him very much because of how rudely he often spoke to his sister.

When Aria noticed he wasn’t following, she stopped and glanced behind her to see him staring at the television and naturally assumed he wanted to watch as well.

“It’s too late to watch TV, Leon.”

The man turned back to her and pulled on an adorable childish smile again before hurrying to her.

Aria and Leon slept on the same bed because he was literally like a child to her and only knew he was her husband because he had heard a lot of people say it.

Because he had no idea what it meant to sleep on the same bed with a woman, she didn’t feel conscious sleeping next to him and would snuggle closer to him under the duvet whenever she felt cold at night.

This night was the same, and the man who just regained a sense of who he was had a hard time falling asleep with his wife pressing herself tightly to him, so he just stayed awake till the next morning.