I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Anne woke up when the alarm on her cell phone went off. Because Alan was still sleeping, she hurriedly turned off her cell phone. With tousled hair, she sat on the edge of the bed. She recalled the conversation she had last night with Alan before they went to bed. 

"I don't want to have children with you yet, Anne, I still want to enjoy the good times we both have. I want to make you happy, atone for my guilt for forcing my will on you at that time. There are still many things I want to do together with you, Anne." 

Alan's words replayed in Anne's mind. In fact, she also did not want to have children yet, before her husband's memory returned. She wanted her child to recognize his father as Jackson Patrick Muller, not Alan Knight Clarke. That was why Anne agreed with Alan's wish last night, but on the other hand, she felt sorry for Mr. David Clarke. She knew that Mr. David Clarke's wish was perfectly natural, as a man who was not young anymore. She would want to fulfill his last wish before he died. That was why at this moment Anne felt a little guilty. 

While remembering what happened last night, Anne was suddenly startled by Alan's hand which was wrapped around her stomach again. 

"Where are you going so early?" Alan asked hoarsely.

"It's 7 in the morning. If you still want to sleep, go ahead."

Alan tightened his grip on Anne. "No, I can't sleep anymore when you're gone."

Anne chuckled. "I need to pee."

Alan was silent for a while before he finally sat down beside Anne with his eyes not fully open. "Why pee? We didn't make love last night, did we?"

Anne scowled in annoyance. "Do we really have to make love before I'm allowed to pee? You just woke up and you're already such a pervert!" 

Alan chuckled as he managed to tease his wife so early. Actually, he wasn't really serious about what he said. Alan just likes to tease her. After Anne went to the bathroom, Alan's attention was focused on his cell phone which he had turned off since last night. After waiting for a while, finally his foldable smart phone turned on and showed a lot of messages from Nicholas since last night. With pursed lips, Alan then read the messages that Nicholas sent, one by one. As he read Nicholas' messages, Alan suddenly hold his head. He didn't feel strange when he read Nicholas' report reporting what the Warriors did to Ivan and Roger Douglas. 

Anne, who had just come out of the bathroom, was surprised when she saw Alan was bowed and held his head. She quickly approached her husband and knelt in front of him. 

"What's wrong? Does your head hurt?" asked Anne, trying to remain calm to hide her panic. 

"I don't know, suddenly my head hurts so bad. Suddenly I heard a very loud voice again in my head, like that time, Anne," Alan answered quietly.

Anne's face immediately turned pale. Her mind immediately drifted away thinking about the worst consequences that would befall her husband. Without thinking twice, Anne immediately lifted her husband's face and immediately kissed his lips quickly. She tried to divert Alan's pain even though the way she was doing wasn't necessarily right. Initially, Alan did not respond to her kiss, but in the end, he returned the kiss with such passion that Anne almost gasped for breath. Alan had just finished the kiss when he felt Anne pushed his chest, begging to be released. 

"Anne..."

"Yes." 

Alan lifted his face and looked at Anne without blinking. "Have I ever drowned?"

Anne's heart skipped a beat. "Drowned? How is that possible, you're such a good swimmer!" Anne bit her lower lip to stop herself from speaking. 

"Really? But why do I always feel like I'm drowning in cold water when I have a headache like that, Anne, I feel my whole body stiffen slowly."

Anne grabbed Alan's face and again landed a kiss on his cheek. "Don't think too much about it. Maybe when you were a kid you used to swim and accidentally swallowed a lot of water. So you occasionally remember things like that, Alan." 

Alan was silent and thinking. Although what Anne said made a little sense, but he couldn't fully accept it. Because what he felt was not like a long gone memory, but it felt like it just happened yesterday. 

"What else are you thinking, hm?" asked Anne softly as she smoothed her husband's disheveled hair. 

"Nothing, it's just…."

"Just what?"

Alan grabbed his cell phone which was lying on the floor and handed it to Anne. "Read the messages that Nick sent me from the beginning."

Without speaking, Anne then read one by one the messages that Alan had previously read. Her eyes widened when she read the part where Nicholas explained in detail how the Warriors slashed Ivan and Roger Douglas' hands. 

"I don't know why I feel familiar with what those people are doing, Anne." 

"What do you mean?" asked Anne in confusion. 

"Reading Nicholas' messages about what the Warriors did made me feel familiar, Anne. Somehow I feel familiar with that kind of stuff."

"What stuff?" asked Anne in confusion. 

"The mafia world, Anne, torturing someone, slashing someone's body, I seem very familiar with those kinds of things." 

Anne's body immediately went limp to hear what her husband said. So far, Anne had not heard much about Jack and about what Jack had done in Switzerland before meeting her. 

"What's wrong with you, Anne?" asked Alan quickly when he saw Anne's change in attitude. 

"N-no, I'm fine. I was just surprised to read this message, I never thought Erick's men could be this cruel," Anne stammered. 

Alan smiled. He then got off the bed and sat cross-legged in front of Anne. "Things like that are common, Anne, every businessman must have subordinates who can do these kinds of things." 

"Including you?" asked Anne quickly.

"Yeah, but I never asked Nicholas to take someone's life. Usually the ones who do things like that are the expressionless human, like Luis," Alan replied jokingly.

"What's the difference between your men and Luis' men?"

"They are different, Anne, my men are directly led by Nicholas. They are professional bodyguards that I legally recruited, while Luis' men are mostly from the streets. Luis recruited his old friends when he was still a police officer, that's why his men were more violent."

"Which one is more violent, Luis' men or the Warriors?" asked Anne again.

Alan smiled. "The Warriors, of course. I also like the way they work. Torturing the enemy in such a cruel way, I like that." 

Anne swallowed hard. She was increasingly convinced that Jack was slowly emerging from Alan. Jack's memory seemed to be coming back to replace Alan's memory, Alan's current way of speaking was very similar to Jack's way of speaking. Because Anne had been told by Mr. David Clarke that Alan had a high sense of compassion, he was also not easily suspicious of someone. It was because of his kindness that he was used by Roger Douglas repeatedly, until he finally died horribly. In contrast to Jack, who was very cold, Anne still clearly remembered how stiff Jack was when they first met. 

Anne slowly moved her hand to Alan's face and stroked it gently. 

"I love you, come back to me as soon as possible," said Anne softly. 

Alan raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about, Anne?"

To be continued