Chapter 478: Chapter 478: Do You Remember Me?
Charlotte Thompson returned a smile, then walked in with Olivia Thompson and Grace Thompson.
Several boys also bounced out of the car, running faster, they raced past Charlotte and others and entered the restaurant first.
Seeing Annie Anne, they were quite excited as well.
Hank Thompson, the thickest-skinned of them all, went straight in and sat across Annie, his eyes glowing brightly.
"Godmother, do you still remember me?"
Thinking about the last time they met, it felt like a very distant memory now.
Annie Anne chuckled, reaching out and tousling his fluffy head in mock reproach, "My memory isn’t that bad. Of course, I remember my Hank darling."
At this, Hank cheekily stuck out his tongue, which greatly cheered up Annie.
Charlotte hadn’t walked in when she heard Annie’s laughter.
She set down her shoulder bag on a chair and said amusingly, "Annie, it’s rare to see you laugh so heartily."
"Haha, isn’t it?" Annie scooted over to make room for her, beckoning for her to sit down.
But Charlotte didn’t move. She slightly lowered her head to look at Olivia. The young girl seemed sullen, her big eyes displaying an obvious mix of exhilaration and fear.
A sense of unease fluttered in her heart. She noticed Olivia opening her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something to Annie but ultimately, could only murmur a few words.
"Hello, godmother."
For some reason, a sudden pang pierced Annie’s chest, as if needles were densely pricking her heart.
Lowering her gaze, she smiled, "Hello to you too, Olivia. Come sit."
Charlotte clearly sensed it. As soon as Annie spoke, Olivia tightly grasped her hand, her grip significantly stronger than before.
She saw Olivia’s cautious demeanor.
She knew that Annie had amnesia and that they couldn’t trigger her body by revealing their identities. All they could do was look at her and call her godmother against their will.
But in reality, this was her biological mother.
A wave of sourness surged in Charlotte’s heart. She comfortingly squeezed Olivia’s hand back, as if trying to encourage her this way.
Annie naturally noticed Olivia’s expression and her nervous mannerisms.
She then leaned down slightly and asked seriously, "Olivia, you seem upset, are you feeling unwell?"
When the little girl’s clear, big eyes met hers, Annie’s breath hitched.
A familiar stabbing pain coursed through every nerve in her body.
Bits and pieces of memories flashed through her mind, as if she had experienced countless moments of such eye contact before.
Annie lifted a hand to her forehead, a headache making her frown.
It felt as if a floodgate to deepest, dust-covered memories had been opened, and an unfamiliar yet familiar tidal wave of fear and pain washed over her.
Charlotte furrowed her brows, reaching out to steady her, and asked worriedly, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing." Annie shook her head gently, forcing herself out of her memories. She glanced at Charlotte in confusion and continued, "Charlotte, we’ve known each other for quite a while now, haven’t we?"
Charlotte was somewhat puzzled, but she nodded in agreement anyway.
They had known each other for nearly five years now.
There was still a hint of bewilderment in Annie’s eyes. "I feel like I have forgotten something very important to me. Do you know what it is?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte’s hand, which was holding onto Annie’s, jolted. After a moment’s hesitation, she opened her mouth to speak, but finally, all she managed to say with a gloomy face was, "Perhaps you’ve been too tired recently. You should rest more."