After losing my memory, I fell in love with my deadly foe. I thought I would be treated coldly.

But he was suddenly caring towards me.

Finally, I couldn't help but bare my heart.

The pair of affectionate eyes suddenly turned cold. Then, he said in a nasty tone, "Leah Wilson, do you really think I meant that?

"It seems they didn't lie. How does it feel to be played like a dog?"

The huge contrast made me become the biggest joke.

But he had no idea that my memory had been restored long ago.

Besides, I was dying.

*****

Samuel Whitman's phone always did not answer my phone.

I tried to contact him in many ways, but all failed.

I stared blankly out the window. The last ray of afterglow faded, and night fell, but Samuel still didn't come back.

It was not the first time that Samuel just stopped contacting me.

As early as a week ago, Samuel began to avoid me frequently.

He did it on purpose.

No one knew him better than I do.

After losing my memory, I forgot many things that happened in the past.

The worst one was that I forgot that Samuel and I were not on good terms.

I had no idea how I fainted.

After waking up in the ward, my mind got blank. And the unfamiliar environment made me highly uneasy and frightened.

With a look of scrutiny and impatience, the man who claimed to be my brother threatened me, "Leah, you can't avoid any problems by pretending to have amnesia."

Another one said he was my childhood sweetheart. He looked suspicious. Obviously, he didn't believe me. Then, he mocked me, "Leah, you pretended to be sick to trick us last time. Are you trying to do it again this time?"

From their few words, I learned that I was a habitual liar and had misbehavior.

They came to visit me not out of concern or worry for me but wanted me to apologize to a young girl.

But I had no idea who they were.

Just as I was isolated and helpless, Samuel appeared.

His appearance brought some warmth to the cold world.

"M-May I have your name?"

Stepping forward, I grabbed his hand. It seemed that I had finally met someone I could rely on. I couldn't help feeling a little wronged and sad. Then, I choked up, "Why did you come to see me so late?"

Samuel showed a slightly puzzled face, but soon, his face returned to normal.

From that day on, Samuel often stayed by my side.

He was so nice to me that everyone around me thought Samuel was under a spell.

It made me curiously ask about our past.

Samuel said seriously, "We are on good terms with each other, just like a couple."

Samuel lied.

From the people around me, I knew that Samuel and I were incompatible.

The cause was that Samuel accidentally bumped into me, and I stubbornly and willfully wanted him to apologize to me by bowing sincerely, but Samuel refused.

As a result, Samuel was bullied by me for five years.

I felt so shocked that my heart trembled after hearing this. And I blurted out uncontrollably, "That's not the case."

In fact, it was not true.

From my old diaries, I could tell I liked Samuel, and I liked him very much.

However, I always treated him badly due to some unspeakable factors.

But ever since I lost my memory, that strange restraint had disappeared.

To make up for what happened in the past, I compensated Samuel doubly and treated him very well.

But the people around me didn't care about my abnormal behavior. They just thought that I had an absurd idea again. That was, I wanted to trick Samuel by pretending to have amnesia.

Subconsciously, everyone thought that I approached Samuel to teach him hard.

While I tried to get close to Samuel, a young girl rushed out and protected Samuel behind her. "Leah, I won't let you bully Samuel again."

Since I lost my memory, it was the first time I saw Brenda Baker, the girl mentioned by my brother, Mason Wilson, and Samuel.

She looked very pure and beautiful, just like the first love in the youth.

No wonder both Mason and Samuel favored Brenda.

But Brenda stared at me vigilantly, as if I would do something terrible to Samuel as usual in the next second.

However, I didn't.

Realizing that I was unwelcome, I stopped reflexively. Then, I watched the two of them leave my sight, which I had done countless times in the past.

Originally, Samuel was suspicious.

But until that day, I stood in the middle of the road with a dazed look on my face.

The red lights were flashing, and the cars were honking, but I didn't react.

I just kept walking towards Samuel.

If Samuel hadn't quickly pulled me into his arms, I would probably have to stay in hospital for another two or three months.

Everyone didn't realize I really had amnesia until that day.

After being rescued, I still did not react. I just stared blankly at that familiar yet unfamiliar face. I felt like I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it.

Hesitating for a while, I said awkwardly, "Handsome boy, since you saved me, I decided to marry you to repay you.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Regaining my thoughts, I remembered that I had forgotten Samuel twice.

To prevent such a situation from happening again, I wrote it down in a notebook I carry with me to remind myself repeatedly.

He was Samuel Whitman.

I thought I wouldn't forget him in this way.

Today was my twentieth birthday.

Samuel didn't come.

I waited for him all night, holding the cake.

The wind at night was freezing, making me shiver.

Since I had lost my memory, my health had been deteriorating.

After a while, I felt dizzy.

But I still gritted my teeth and persevered.

With a highly dizzy head, I fell asleep unknowingly.

Opening my eyes again, I found I was in a completely unfamiliar place.

The streets were empty late at night. I had an inexplicable fear of the darkness, so I curled up in fear.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of glass bottles breaking, followed by wailing for mercy.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know... I don't know anything..."

Hearing their conversation, I felt it was incredibly familiar.

Walking forward along the sound, I saw Samuel picking up a wine bottle on the ground and smashing it on a man again and again.

He didn't look like the cool, aloof, and well-educated person in school at all, but more like a ruthless school bully.

I asked in a timid voice, "Samuel, what are you doing?"

Samuel paused before looking at me. At that time, his eyes were bloodshot. It seemed that he was still unable to get rid of his anger.

I took a step back in fear, but he hugged me in the next second.

He hugged me tightly, unwilling to let go. He seemed to have found a lost treasure.

"Sorry."

I felt his body trembling with fear. Then, I was startled as I felt a hot and wet heat on my neck.

Samuel cried.

But why?

To alleviate his emotion, I tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Then, I said softly with a smile, "Samuel."

"Happy birthday."

That night, Samuel took me home.

Unfortunately, the birthday cake was already dirty because it fell to the ground.

As if sensing my upset, Samuel pursed his lips slightly with a frown. Finally, he said only three words, "Wait for me."

Later, Samuel came back with a cake in his hand.

Jumping off the sofa in surprise, I ran to him immediately.

"Is this for me?"

Samuel's forehead was covered with sweat. Due to running so hard, his breathing was unstable. However, meeting my expectant gaze, he smiled and said softly, "Yes, it's for you."

Taking it happily, I opened it and saw that the cake was my favorite pink.

It was strange that Samuel seemed to know all my preferences.

Sitting with me at the table, Samuel put the birthday crown on me and lit the cake candles.

It was just a simple birthday ceremony, but I couldn't help reddening my eyes.

In my mind, this was the first time someone had spent my birthday with me since I was five.

Seeing me in a daze, Samuel poked my cheek with his cold fingertip. Then, he said simply, "Make a wish."

Perhaps the moonlight tonight was too charming so that Samuel's tender eyes intoxicated me. Then, I subconsciously said what was in my mind, "Samuel, I want you to kiss me."

I was about to make it up after realizing something was wrong.

However, I was pulled into his arms in the next second. My head was forced up.

Then, a light kiss fell on the lips.

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and it was apparent in the silent room.

The boy was highly pure and inexperienced. So, just a simple touch was enough to make his ears red and even his breathing a little disordered.

His voice was low and hoarse as if he was trying his best to restrain his surging desire. "Is this enough?"

My response was leaning forward to kiss him again.

I blocked everything Samuel was about to say.

He kissed me fiercely and urgently. It seemed that he was eager to vent. But considering my physical discomfort, he slowed down his movements and became extra gentle.

Before my consciousness faded, I pressed myself against his chest, listening to the overlapping heartbeats. And then, I said word by word, "Samuel, I want us to be together forever."

The young man who was holding me was stunned, and even his body became quite stiff.

After a long while, he responded in the silent room, "Okay."