Three years chasing Lucian, and he finally said yes. But everyone knew he was still hung up on his ex. After our first fight, I drove off into the night in a fit of pique. A car crash later, I woke up with my memory wiped. In the hospital room, Lucian handed me a phone number. "This is your boyfriend, Sebastian's number." I believed him. He let out a breath of relief, like a weight had been lifted. But later, he crashed my wedding to Sebastian. He gripped the hem of my Vera Wang gown, refusing to let go: "Don't marry him. Please." 1 On my fifth day in the hospital, Lucian came again. Unlike the previous days, today he handed me a slip of paper with a number on it. "This is your boyfriend, Sebastian’s number." Lucian didn't even blink. "Before the accident, you two had a fight. You deleted all his contacts." "Did we break up?" If we didn't, why hadn't he visited me once in five days? Lucian shrugged. "That's between you two. I'm just an outsider." Before I could reply, the door swung open. A tall, imposing figure walked in. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, legs that went on for days. His bespoke suit screamed money and power. He was walking testosterone. I stared blankly as he leaned in close to my face. "Heard you knocked your head loose?" Excuse me? "Who are you?" "Sebastian." My feelings were complicated. I turned to Lucian. "Is he really my boyfriend?" Sebastian paused, looking at Lucian. Lucian stared back at him intently, but spoke to me: "Yes. He is your boyfriend." Sebastian narrowed his fox-like eyes. A moment later, he let out a scoff. "Indeed. I am your boyfriend." Maybe it was my imagination, but after Sebastian said that, Lucian seemed to exhale a heavy sigh of relief. "When are you discharged?" Sebastian asked. "Tomorrow." Sebastian's eyes danced with amusement. "Then I'll pick you up tomorrow, girlfriend." The last word curled up at the end, lingering with infinite suggestiveness. My face heated up, heart pounding. "Chloe..." I turned to see Lucian’s displeased gaze. I stopped smiling. "What?" He pursed his lips. "I have my engagement party in a few days. I can't pick you up tomorrow..." I nodded, understanding. "My boyfriend is here. You go do your thing." 2 The next afternoon, Sebastian picked me up. He packed my bag, handled the paperwork. Ideally attentive. He took me home—to his home. I looked at the brand-new toiletries in the bathroom, confused. "Why is everything new?" He answered slowly, methodically. "The day we fought, I threw out everything related to you." My mouth twitched. "Are you still mad?" He nodded, then shook his head. "What does that mean?" He looked up lazily. "You're in this state. I have no choice but to forgive you." I froze. "I started the fight?" He didn't answer, just looked at me silently. His gaze made me guilty. I couldn't meet his eyes. I coughed lightly and turned to the walk-in closet. "Let's put it behind us. We'll be good from now on." I opened the closet doors and found rows of clothes with tags still on. From lingerie to coats, everything was brand new. An entire wardrobe, untouched. I couldn't hold back. "Sebastian, why didn't you throw yourself out too?" He looked confused. "What?" "You threw out everything I touched. I touched you. Why didn't you throw yourself away?" It took a second for it to click. He turned his face away unnaturally, a flush creeping up his ears. After a long pause, a aggrieved voice floated over: "You haven't touched me." I shook my head immediately. "Impossible." He was exactly my type. I had amnesia, not a lobotomy. With a man this gorgeous in front of me, there was no way I kept my hands to myself. The more I thought about it, the weirder it got. "Sebastian... do you have ED?" "What the hell!" Sebastian grumpily pulled a set of pajamas from the closet and shoved them at me. "Go shower. I'll make food." He walked out before I could react. That night, bedtime arrived. I waited and waited, but Sebastian didn't come to bed. I walked out and found him in the guest room! When I pushed the door open, he was just unbuckling his belt. Our eyes met, and he yanked his pants back up, wrapping a robe around himself like a shield. Tsk. We were living together, and he was guarding himself like a virgin. I walked over silently, lifted the duvet, and crawled in. Sebastian's eyes popped. "You... you..." I patted the space beside me. "Come here." He didn't move. "Aren't you sleeping?" I asked. He stared at me, opening and closing his mouth. "Are you scared? Or do you really have a problem down there?" Sebastian finally moved. He marched over, wrapped me in the duvet like a burrito, and carried me back to the master bedroom. When the door clicked shut, I realized: My boyfriend might actually be impotent. In the middle of the night, half-asleep, Sebastian came into my room. He lifted my nightgown, doing everything but the main event. He teased me until I was dry-sobbing, but refused to give me release. I cried out in frustration, "Sebastian, I'm breaking up with you! I'm finding a man who can actually do it!" He bit my shoulder hard. "You dare!" "Just watch me! Get off!" I kicked out, but hit empty air. The jolt woke me up. Sunlight streamed in. I stared at the ceiling. Just a dream. Outside, Sebastian knocked. "Breakfast." Ten minutes later, I sat at the island. His shirt was buttoned to the very top. He looked like a puritanical librarian. But I remembered the previous times—he never buttoned it properly, showing off hints of pectoral muscles. I couldn't let it go. "Sebastian, maybe I should make you an appointment with a urologist." Sebastian choked on his coffee, coughing violently. I handed him a glass of water, speaking slowly. "Don't worry. As long as it's treatable, I won't leave you." He coughed until he was red in the face. I patted his back, gave him water. Finally, he stopped. "I am perfectly healthy." Before I could question him, he added, "It's Lucian's engagement party today. You're coming with me." 3 We arrived late. Sebastian insisted I dress to the nines. I should have listened to my gut. The moment we walked in, every eye in the ballroom landed on me. I felt uneasy. "Sebastian, why is everyone staring?" He smirked. "Because you're stunning." I wasn't used to this attention. I excused myself to the restroom. As soon as I entered a stall, voices drifted in. "Can't believe Sebastian brought Chloe. Isn't that a slap in Lucian's face?" "It was supposed to be Chloe and Lucian's engagement. Who knows what scene she'll make when she gets her memory back." "What can she do? Lucian doesn't love her. He wouldn't have switched fiancées last minute otherwise." "Just bad luck for Chloe. Getting brain damage right when Seraphina came back." "But why is Sebastian with Chloe? They've been enemies since kindergarten. Now she gets amnesia and they're dating?" "Who knows? Maybe Sebastian is just playing with her." "Probably. Sebastian once said he wouldn't marry Chloe even if she was the last woman on earth." "Shh, someone might hear." Silence fell. I stayed in the stall for a long time. When I came out, I saw Lucian. His eyes were dark. "You just got out of the hospital. Why aren't you resting?" "Thanks for the concern. I'm fine." I tried to walk past him, but he blocked my path. "Chloe, did you hear anything today?" "You mean about me and Sebastian being enemies? Enemies can make peace. Besides, I quite like him now." "You don't like Sebastian." I frowned. "You aren't me. How do you know?" Lucian realized he slipped up and tried to recover. "I didn't mean that. It's just... before the accident, you told me you didn't like him anymore." "Chloe." Lucian's brow furrowed. "You don't remember the past. As a friend, I suggest you break up with Sebastian while you have the chance." Before I could speak, a scoff came from the shadows. "Lucian, that's low." Sebastian stepped into the light, reaching my side in two strides. "Haven't you heard? Bad karma to break up a happy couple." Lucian: "You aren't married." Sebastian took my hand. "Matter of time." He checked his Patek Philippe. "We have places to be. Oh, happy engagement. Hope you two stay together forever." He dragged me away. In the car, buckled in. Sebastian said, "I'm taking you for a ride." He floored it. We hit the highway doing speeds that were definitely illegal. I gripped the handle, terrified. I should never have gotten in this car. Sebastian looked relaxed, like he was pedaling a bike in the park. An hour later, the car slowed and stopped on a deserted beach. I scrambled out, gasping for air. Sebastian walked over, smirking. "Car sick? Weak." I ignored him. He pulled two beers from the trunk and sat on the sand, waving at me. "You drove like a maniac just to drink here?" "Alcohol helps the mood. Didn't you know?" After a moment of silence, I sat next to him. I reached for a beer, but he snatched it away. "You just got out of the hospital. No drinking. I'll drink for you."
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