Trapped by My Fool Husband

Synopsis

The silly guy I picked up, David Bennett, had been staring at my butt a lot lately. Sometimes he even hugged me and called me "honey." I finally couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away, snapping, "I'm not your honey." David looked startled, his eyes brimming with tears, lashes fluttering as he softly whimpered, "Honey..." My heart softened for a second. "Fine, call me whatever you want," I said. Anyway, he didn't know anything. A month later, I saw a missing person notice posted by the family of a bigwig in Benana. Wait, didn't that look exactly like David? That night, David, who had already gotten his memories back, rested his head against my neck. Meanwhile, he brushed against me casually. With a calm, dangerous tone, he said, "Looks like you've found out, my honey."