Chapter 82 Chapter Eighty Two

SYDNEY'S POV

I watched Sandra's retreating figure with a look of amusement. The woman had a flair for the dramatic entries and exits, even when the situation didn't call for it. As soon as Sandra was out of sight, I glanced back at Mark who had turned around on the wheels of his wheelchair to fix the zipper of his hospital pants.

His amnesia didn't take away his feelings of self awareness at least, I thought. Who knew what had happened a few seconds before I arrived at the door. I did hear her complaining about him not being sexually active or something.

Mark turned back to face me, his brows arching up as though he was silently daring me to comment on his situation. And I felt heat creeping up my neck all because I was fighting back a laugh. Even with his memory gone, Mark still wouldn't stop acting tough. Talk about the kind of egoistic consistency that ran in one's veins.

I folded my arms over my chest and walked into the room as nonchalantly as I could, and with a pointed look, I