CHAPTER 118 PEST

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember,” Kennedy replied. “I only recall that one of the girls was in a terrible state. She had been raped. The other girl’s face and body were covered in blood, and she was in a daze, but still fighting. Luckily, most of the blood wasn‘t hers. She was holding a piece of glass and almost killed the man who tried to assault her.” Bella swallowed hard, attempting to steady her racing thoughts. It was easy for him to forget things. The person he had saved stood right in front of him, yet he had no recollection of it whatsoever. She couldn’t blame him, though. After all, she had also mistaken the wrong person as her savior. “What would you like for breakfast?” Bella asked, mustering a cheerful tone while taking a deep breath. Kennedy narrowed his eyes, regarding her with curiosity. “You want to make breakfast for me? Is it the last breakfast?” His confusion was evident as her attitude towards him changed so abruptly. “No, but I can cook the last dinner for you,