"Do you think I kidnapped someone's baby just to trick you into believing he's really yours? Ugh... seriously..." The blond answered, lips pursing sourly before he yanked away Tristan's hands from his waist. "I just remembered I've got a meeting to attend in Catania." He said in a nonchalant voice after looking at the watch on his wrist. "But don't worry, I'll be back around dinner time. Now put on some clothes and take care of your son.
"Wait." Tristan caught his arm when the blond was about to leave. "I really don't remember anything. What's your name? What's my son's name?"
Instead of answering his question, the blond scoffed sharply and let out an annoyed grunt. Then he went on to unplug the phone on the nightstand and shove it to Tristan's chest.
"Why don't you find out yourself?"