My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup
Chapter 1974 Out of Control

After Athena finished speaking, she could see the confusion in Byron's eyes.

Her emotions crumbled in an instant.

"Never mind, let's replace Doc. Freed first. We can deal with all of this later." Athena carefully disinfected the wound and applied a waterproof plaster. She gently covered the wound and said, "Don't hurt yourself again."

"I won't,"

Byron immediately replied.

"I'm tired. I'll go take a shower." Athena hesitated for a moment and then tightly held Byron's hand.

Byron subconsciously shook her hand back.

Without any conservation, Athena went into the bathroom.

As he watched the bathroom door close, Byron's expression changed instantly.

He stared coldly at the person sitting on his and Athena's bed.

"Why do you dare not look at me in front of her? Are you afraid she will know about my existence?" the other Byron sneered, "But, Byron, have you ever considered that it was me who embraced her tenderly and made her fall in love with me?"

"You don't exist at all!" Byron answered slowly, "You are nothing but a dirty past of mine. Athena loves me and only me."

"Since you are so sure that she loves you, then tell her about my existence." the other Byron's voice was filled with temptation and provocation. "If you dare not, it means you don't believe that Thea loves you." "She doesn't need to know about your existence." Byron's expression became even colder. "You are nothing but a false illusion created by my psychological barrier. I will go see a psychiatrist and then kill you with my own hands."

The other Byron's face slowly froze, then turned gruesome.

"Fine, go see a psychiatrist then!"

He stood up and stared at Byron fiercely.

"Who do you think is the real one between the two of us? You are just taking advantage of my memory problem. If you go see a psychiatrist, it will be you, this pitiful creature generated because of my amnesia, who will be killed!"

Byron remained unaffected by all of his previous words.

But this sentence made Byron freeze on the spot.

The other Byron smiled triumphantly, then disappeared the next second.

"No..."

Byron snapped out of it, muttering to himself,

"He is something I split from my body, a rejected waste. We were originally one, indistinguishable... indistinguishable..."

With this in mind, he limped and picked up the medicine bottle thrown onto the bed by Athena.

He took out two pills.

He swallowed them hastily.

After taking a hot shower, Athena felt more comfortable.

When she came out, Byron was waiting for her with a hairdryer, just like before.

Everything seemed normal.

Byron helped Athena dry her hair.

And they lay back on the bed together.

Since Byron returned due to his severe injury, they had refrained from intimate activities during his recovery period.

But tonight...

Athena couldn't suppress the turmoil in her heart.

It started with a restrained and lingering kiss.

As the kiss went on, both of them began to lose control.

During this period, it was always Athena who maintained control.

But tonight, she decided to go on strike.

She desperately needed a sense of stability to soothe the unease in her heart.

Although it had been a long time, Byron's understanding of Athena, hidden in his muscle memory and subconsciousness, was even greater than his understanding of himself. He was skilled.

And he came on fiercely.