Chapter 3

The doctor came in and examined me.

Once my mom and Mrs. Blackwood knew I was out of danger, they slipped away.

They said Julian would take care of me and help me regain my memories.

With them gone, only Julian and I were left in the luxury VIP suite.

Julian stood by my bedside, looking down at me.

My left leg was in a cast, my head wrapped in bandages. I didn't need a mirror to know how awful I looked.

I licked my cracked lips.

"I want some water."

Julian went to pour water and helped me drink it.

After drinking water, my appetite slowly returned.

I said I wanted porridge, and he made it himself.

I said I wanted soup, and he cooked it himself.

Watching him busy in the VIP suite's kitchen felt like being a child again.

Julian was a Blackwood heir, but he wasn't one of those spoiled rich kids who only knew how to party.

He wasn't just handsome and smart; he was also an excellent cook.

In elementary school, I loved his noodles.

In middle school, I loved his braised pork.

After college... I hadn't eaten his cooking anymore.

After I started dating Ryan, Julian either ignored me or just snapped at me. His eyes would turn cold whenever he looked my way.

I looked at Julian. Now, I was a person with "no memory."

I deliberately teased this somewhat stiff man.

"Are we really deeply in love?"

Julian turned to look at me.

"You have a mole on the arch of your foot, and two small hypertrophic scars on your back."

His gaze darkened, settling on my chest, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

"You have a little red birthmark just under your right breast. So, tell me... how deep do you think our connection goes?"

My cheeks flushed. The mole on my foot, fine. The scars on my back, fine.

But that red birthmark on my right breast? How did he know about that?

I discovered it when I was eighteen. It was in a very hidden spot; no one could see it when I wore a bra.

I silently fumed. He'd definitely seen me naked, somehow!

I glared at him, grinding my teeth.

"Did you confess first, or did I?"

Julian smirked.

"I did."

I asked again, "When?"

Julian truly treated me like I had amnesia.

"After the exams, I gave you a card."

My mind went blank for a second.

I remembered. After the exams, we walked out of the classroom together.

Julian pulled me to a maple tree and asked me how I thought I did.

I smiled brightly.

"I feel pretty good about it."

He handed me a card. "This is for you."

I took the card. It was a photo of a famous piano master performing on stage.

He knew the artist was my idol, but a week before the exam, my idol had a massive scandal, a total fall from grace.

The thought of his scandal made me feel like my hands were dirty just holding the card. I looked for a trash can to toss it.

Julian's voice came from above me. "You don't like it?"

I nodded. "No, I don't."

His voice changed subtly.

"Didn't you look at the words on the back of the card?"

There were words on the back?

I dutifully flipped the card over.

The handwriting was elegant, with a confident flourish.

[There's a woman I can't forget the moment I see her. A day without her, and I ache with longing.]

My first reaction when I saw those words was: *Seriously? Is this plagiarized?*

Julian's voice came again.

"Still don't like it?"

That piano master's moral issues were just too severe. If I still liked him after *that*, I'd be a complete idiot.

I said, "No, I don't."

Then I threw the card away.

Looking back now, I realized Julian's face had been terrifyingly grim, with a hint of pained desolation.

I stared at Julian, stunned. Was he confessing to me then?

And I threw away his confession card right in front of him. Wasn't that a blatant humiliation?

No wonder he left the country right after the exams and didn't come back until the first day of college. And no wonder his gaze was always so icy when he looked at me, always keeping his distance—

I pursed my lips, stammering, "I... I didn't know..."

If I had known he was confessing to me then, I would never have said I didn't like it.

Strange.

Why couldn't he have just *said* it?

Julian shook his head.

"It's normal that you don't remember many things from before since you lost your memory. I'll be by your side from now on, and I'll tell you anything you want to hear."