My Three Darlings by Anonymous novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214

On the other end of the line, Ethan was so frightened that he almost couldn’t hold his cell phone. “Mr. Valentine, are you… joking?” Eliza who lost her memory, cute!? He recalled the scene where Eliza had strangled him and pressed him against the wall, almost killing him.

This kind of woman…

How could she have anything to do with cuteness? 2 Had Mr. Valentine been beaten until he became silly? Therefore, he took a deep breath and said, “Mr. Valentine, don’t worry. I will find a way to restore Eliza’s memory as soon as possible so that you can get out of the misery earlier!” After that, he directly hung up the phone and rushed into the institute. “Teacher, we have to speed up the progress.” “I think this patient’s husband has a problem after getting beaten!”

Although Eliza had already made up her mind to take good care of Beau and protect him. But it was still a little difficult to actually implement it. Standing at the door of Beau’s study, she hesitated for a long time before knocking on the door. “Beau, are you there?” Beau’s indifferent voice came from inside the door. “Come in.” After taking a deep breath, Eliza carried the tray and carefully opened the door. On the tray in her hand, there was a cup of tea that Graciana had taught her to make. Holding the tray, she slowly walked to Beau and put the cup of tea on the table. “I’ve prepared it for you. Have a try.” He glanced indifferently at the tea that Eliza put on the table and then looked up at her face. “What did you just call me?” Eliza paused. “I called you Beau.” He was sitting on the executive chair as he sighed in disappointment. He brought over the cup of tea and blew on it gently. “You’ve never called my name before.” Eliza’s body trembled slightly. She looked at him puzzledly. “What did I call you before?” If he wasn’t called by his name, then what was he called? Beau? Mr. Valentine? “It’s not Beau, nor is it the Mr. Valentine. It’s an exclusive name no one can simply call out.” He seemed to have guessed what she was thinking. He curled his lips and said blandly. It was a term that others could not just call out… Eliza frowned and thought for a long time. “I used to call you… honey?”   “That’s right.” Beau’s eyes sank as he sipped his tea. A hint of craftiness flashed across his eyes. “You used to call me like this and now you’re calling my name. I’m not used to it.”

Eliza: “…” But if he suddenly asked her to call him ‘honey, she would not be used to it, would she?