Narrator
It was a new day, a bright morning and Tristan woke up optimistic to win Isabella’s heart. He got up from the bed, stretched his body, and walked out of the room. He walked downstairs and went to the kitchen.
“Good morning sir,” Rose greeted, a bit shocked to see him.
“How are you?” He smiled warmly at her, and she almost lost her step on seeing his kids curled into a smile.
“I’ll handle Isabella’s breakfast,” He said and tied an apron immediately.
“Okay sir,” She bowed and left the kitchen in haste, to gossip with the rest of the staff.
Tristan chuckled recalling how he had made dinner for Isabella himself and then asked the staff to say he hired the best chef to prepare the dish if Isabella should be asked.
“Well cooked,” He mumbled to himself remembering the comment she made on the meal.
“I hope this helps you remember something,” He thought to himself, he was on a mission, he was going to recreate every moment as much as he could, or do whatever he could to trigger her memory.
And today was day one, and this dish was his first attempt. He was going to prepare the same dinner for her as breakfast and maybe, it would spark something in her brain.
Tristan got busy with the steaks preparing by chopping his vegetables as he cooked for Isabella. An hour later, he was done cooking and was now heading to her room with a tray in his hands.
Yes, Isabella wasn’t keen on the idea of them sharing a room she went back to her old room, leaving Tristan in his.
“Good morning, muffin,” he knocked lightly on the door.
“Muffin,” he called out louder, followed by a night knock hoping she would hear this time, but there was no response from her.
“Isabella,” He called out for the third time when she finally said something.
“Come in,” He heard, and immediately twisted the door knob, before slowly pushing the door as he walked into her room.
“Did you not hear me calling earlier?” He asked calmly as he walked to her and dropped the tray on the drawer beside her bed.
“I did,” She pulled her duvet away and sat on the bed.
“You heard?” She didn’t respond and grabbed the book she was reading from the bed.
“Then why didn’t you say anything earlier?” He looked at her.
“Because you called the name I hated,” she glanced at him and took her face back to the book.
“What? You mean muffin?” He chuckled and sat down on the bed beside her.
“Good, now quit it,” She glared at him, and he laughed lightly.
“You love that name,” he said to abd tried to touch her legs but she lived a bit.
“Well, I hate it now,” Her eyes were still fixed on the book as she responded to him.
“Would you at least look at me, when talking,” He said to her.
“Only if you’re far away,” she moved to the other end of the bed, making him sigh instantly.
“You do realize we are married?” He waved his hand at her, showing the ring on his finger.
“To you, not to me,” She didn’t even glance at him. Her eyes were completely glued on the book she was reading and he felt frustrated.
“You’ll remember soon,” He forced a smile on his lips, even though he wasn’t so sure of that.
“Yeah, I highly doubt that,” She said so nonchalantly, without caring if her words hurt him or not.
“Don’t say that,” he mumbled but she heard.
“Why?” She stifled a laugh.
“Does it hurt your feelings? Do you feel like crying?” She joked and glanced at him briefly before taking her face away and flipping the pages if the book like she was actually reading.
“Cause if it does make you sad or cry, I’ll be happy,” she giggled lightly, and Tristan got really tired.
“You don’t mean that,” Tristan told her, trying to hide how he truly felt about the comment she made.
“I do, but it’s left for you to believe it, or not,” She smiled as she said that.
“I made you breakfast,” he said and brought the tray close to her but she didn’t utter a word or stare, causing him to sigh, as he dropped the tray back immediately.
“Please look at me when I’m talking to you,” He pleaded this time, and it somewhat made Isabella happy.
“You don’t give up, do you? Huh?” She mumbled and closer to the book ummed
“Plus isn’t it weird that you are the only person in the room whom I don’t remember,” she gave it to him, folding her hands, with the book lying on her lap.
“I got your attention now,” Tristan smiled proudly when he realized she was looking at him.
“What?” Isabella looked truly confused.
“You’re looking at me,” He licked his lower lips and smiled, his eyes completely fixed on that.
“Pervert,” She mumbled.
“Only for you muffin, only for you,” He smiled and looked pleased and immediately she closed her eyes, holding onto her head.
“Isabella,” he called and rushed to where she was, as tears dropped from her eyes. She held her head, making sounds like she was in pain.
She was, Tristan’s words had triggered something in her brain. She heard it play in her head like she had heard it before.
“Stop it,” She screamed out loudly in pain.
“Are you okay? Should I get the doctor?” He was terrified. He tried to touch her and calm bet fine but her body shook, and she kept crying.
“Make it stop” Tears filled her eyes.
“What’s going on muffin,” he pulled out his phone calling the family doctor immediately, when she suddenly fainted on the bed.
“Isabel? Isabella!” He shook her body, fear gripped in, and immediately yelled to the doctor he picked up the phone.
“God, what do I do?” He looked at her body scared and confused.