Memory Loss Turned Me Into His Goddess novel Chapter 2

Three years ago, I was assigned as an undercover agent.

But things didn't go as planned.

I could never reach Charlie’s position.

Wherever he went, he was always surrounded by bodyguards.

So, I had to disguise myself in a bar under his name.

Finally, I managed to wait until the day he showed up.

Impatient, I tried to show off by opening a beer with my hands.

The bottle cap hit Charlie’s nose.

The beer sprayed all over his custom-made suit.

As a result, I was punished and had to stand guard at the restroom door for a month.

Another time, I waited at the bar again for Charlie’s arrival.

This time, he was there for business talks.

The higher-ups said he was involved in some shady dealings.

They told me to keep an eye on him.

I begged the Madam.

She looked at me with a complicated expression:

"Although you're pretty and have a good figure, but—"

"Boss doesn't like men!"

Oh, I forgot, I always had short hair so I had to lie and say I was a man.

I stomped my foot and hurriedly said,

"What if he likes men?"

"You’ve seen him here, he’s never interested in any women. He’s always alone."

Madam looked enlightened and was swayed by me.

She found me a sheer outfit.

I quickly shook my head, saying it wouldn’t work.

I heard that wealthy and influential people often have special preferences.

So, I asked for a school uniform.

No makeup on my face, just strawberry-flavored lip balm.

When I opened the door and went in, everyone inside put down their glasses.

A kind uncle kindly reminded me, "Little one, I think you’re in the wrong place."

I looked at Charlie and nervously called out, "Brother."

The man furrowed:"You’ve got the wrong person."

I ran over, not paying attention to my feet, stepped on an empty bottle, and slid on my knees.

My face nearly hit little Charlie.

The man extended his finger and pointed at my forehead:

"Where are your eyes looking?"

I raised my head, pinched my legs, and said, "Brother, please take me in."

"My dad loves to gamble, and he lost all the money. My mom is seriously ill, and my sister is still very young. We are on the verge of having nothing to eat."

We saw Mr. Xavier holding his bleeding forehead, pointing the gun at Charlie:

"Die!"

As he was about to pull the trigger—

I rushed in quickly, knocking the man over, and heard the gunshot.

In my final moments of consciousness, I heard Charlie’s angry voice:

"Are you stupid?"

If I hadn’t pushed him, the bullet would have definitely hit his head.

By some miracle, I survived, but I lost my memory.

After losing my memory, my personality changed drastically.

According to the onlookers:

I became a pervert.

I barged into the bathroom while he was showering, measuring his size.

What was even more outrageous, I insisted on sleeping on his abs every night.

A social butterfly.

I called him "husband" no matter where I was.

Relying on his love, I constantly caused trouble.

Besides, I was also extremely violent.

I would slap Charlie at the drop of a hat.

Even use instruments of torture.