Warren''s body went rigid, his fingers tightening reflexively.


    What did she mean by that? Was she saying she didn''t want him anymore?


    "Celine..." Warren''s dry lips parted, his voice hoarse.


    “Let''s just do this," Celine said coolly, stuffing her hands back into her pockets. “Go home, Warren. From now on, we''ll go our separate ways. The marriage certificate is simple enough; we just need to sign some papers to dissolve it. I won''t see you out."


    With that, Celine turned and walked away without a second''s hesitation.


    Warren was left alone in the vast hall. He stood frozen, his back stiff and straight, still clutching the ''tokens of their love'' he hadn''t even had a chance to show her.


    Time ticked by. Warren remained motionless, bathed in the cold white light, looking as though he''d been abandoned by the entire world-lonely and deste.


    He didn''t know how long he stood there, long enough for his legs to go numb and a deep chill to settle into his bones, making it almost impossible to remain standing. Suddenly, he heard the soft sound of footsteps behind him.


    A familiar, sweet voice followed. "What are you still standing here for?"


    Warren turned to see Celine, who had returned, standing at the entrance. Her hands were in her pockets, her beautiful face tilted up as she stared at him with a proud air. "Weren''t you the one who said it didn''t matter if I forgot you, as long as I was healthy?"


    Celine raised an eyebrow, her eyes devoid of any warmth, her voice even colder. "Howe I never noticed before what a selfless, noble saint you are?"


    Warren stared at her, utterly baffled by her words. How did she know that? Did Juniper tell her?


    "I just want you to be happy," Warren said, his hands clenching tighter, the veins on their backs standing out as he gazed deeply at his wife.


    "Did you ask for my opinion?" Celine''s lips parted, her once-calm eyes gradually welling with tears.


    Her voice was raspy, thick with


    sob. "Did you ever think about whether truly wanted to forget you? What if I couldn''t remember you even if I tried? What if I stopped loving you? I..."


    As she spoke, her eyes turned red, and two streams of tears slid down her cheeks. "What if I lost you for good?"


    His deep eyes narrowed as he moved his lips with great difficulty. "You didn''t lose your memory you remember me?"


    "Celine-" Warren''s heart trem et


    "You really wanted me to forget you that badly?" Celine blinked, the tears on hershes making her look utterly pitiful as she shot back the question.


    "No." It finally dawned on Warren. The little rascal had been faking her amnesia all along. She remembered him. She remembered everything!


    Realization washed over him, and Warren wanted nothing more than to stride forward, throw caution to the wind, and pull her into a passionate embrace.


    But Celine was still angry, and he didn''t dare. He could only whisper hoarsely, "Celine, I thought you didn''t want me anymore."


    "You were the one who didn''t want me,” Celine said, staring at him, her lips pale as she recalled her fear. "When I woke up and you weren''t there.you have no idea how scared I was. I was terrified that my memories of our past were just a dream. I was afraid that every loving moment we shared was just my imagination. I was so, so scared."


    The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, her tears sshing onto the floor


    like daggers plunging into Warren''s heart.


    "I''m sorry, Celine,” Warren said, his voice trembling as his own eyes misted over.


    Celine opened her arms, her lips moving to form a single, clearmand. “Don''t be sorry. Just hold me."