Memory Loss Turned Me Into His Goddess novel Chapter 12

I quickly closed the diary.

Did I know Charlie before?

I’ve always had a good temperament and friends everywhere, from kids as young as five to adults in their fifties and sixties.

But honestly, I couldn’t remember someone like Charlie.

I secretly shoved his love diary back into its place.

Charlie’s messages had piled up to 99+.

The last message read: [Let me die!]

I was genuinely afraid this man might do something foolish.

I called him.

...

Charlie slowly opened the door.

He said he wanted to invite me to take a bath together.

But when I didn’t respond, he got mad and decided to wash by himself.