Chapter 1
After losing my memory, I forgot I was the villainess of the story.
I sent a group text to my close contacts: [Sorry, I have amnesia. Who is this…?]
Four messages instantly popped up on my phone.
The aloof childhood friend I used to torment: [Is this some new way to torture me? Your food is downstairs. Remember to eat.]
The loyal adopted brother I used to boss around: [Still mad at your big bro? Sent some cash to your card. I’ll be home tonight to hang out.]
The cool heroine I used to prank: [Starting with the drama again? If you’ve lost your memory, go back to sleep. I signed you in for class.]
Me: “?”
Wait…
was I the star of a ‘pampered princess‘ story or something?
Octors and nurses bustled back and forth in the hospital room, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic. I pushed myself up, my
Not far away, a doctor was speaking with a middle–aged man.
“How is she doing now?”
“Miss Sterling’s amnesia isn’t too severe at the moment. She’s just forgotten certain specific people…”
Listening to their conversation, I froze.
Amnesia?
How could I have amnesia?
head swimming.
“I don’t think I have amnesia!” I couldn’t help but interrupt. “I remember my name is Flora Sterling, my dad is Howard Sterling, and my mom is Clara Vanderbilt.”
The middle–aged man turned to me, his voice patient. “Then do you remember my name, miss?”
I nodded eagerly. “Of course! You’re my family’s butler, Uncle Lee.”
The man was silent for a long moment, his expression complex. “Miss… I’m your family’s driver. And my name is Evans, not Lee.”
Me: “?”
He sighed and turned back to the doctor. “Thank you for your hard work. I’ll go contact her parents now.”
From their brief chat, I gathered that I had accidentally fallen down a flight of stairs at the library and was brought to the hospital by a classmate after I passed out.
Once they left the room, I finally came to my senses and started flipping through my phone. If it weren’t for my parents‘ familiar names in my pinned contacts, I wou-
Id’ve thought I’d picked up a stranger’s phone.
Just then, two messages came in from a contact named “Cold–hearted Monster.”
[Be downstairs in thirty minutes to get your takeout.]
[I’m not wasting my time finding someone to bring it up to you.]
I racked my brain but couldn’t place him.
I could only ask: [Are you buying me lunch?]
He replied almost instantly, every word dripping with sarcasm.
[It is my duty to procure lunch for my lady.]
[But next time, could you please give advance notice if you want something from off–campus?]
[Otherwise, a thirty–minute wait in line might delay your mealtime.]
Well, you’re certainly polite, I thought.
But food wasn’t the priority right now.
I quickly replied: [No need, I’m not eating today.]
He was silent for a moment.
Though I couldn’t see his face, I could feel a wave of irritation radiating from the screen.
Is this because the breakfast I brought wasn’t to your liking?]
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[So you’re angry again?]
I rushed to explain: [No, it’s because I have amnesia qwq.]
He shot back derisively: [Is this some new method the great Flora Sterling has devised to torture me?
Me: “?”
Was I really that horrible?
Afraid he wouldn’t believe me, I sent him a picture.
[I’m not lying, I’m still in a hospital bed.]
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anymore.
meals, picking up my packages, and buying me bubble
A long time passed with no reply. He had either fainted from anger or couldn’t be bothered with me
I scrolled through our chat history. This “Cold–hearted Monster” was apparently responsible for getting
tea. Sometimes, he even did my homework and let me copy his answers for exams.
My attitude toward him, however, was far from friendly. My tone was bossy and demanding.
A pang of guilt washed over me. How could I talk to a classmate like that?
“Flora-
The hospital room door was suddenly flung open, and a boy rushed in. He wore a simple white t–shirt, his features sharp and handsome. Even the fingers holding the takeout container were long and elegant.
I found myself staring.
Some people might lose their memories, but their appreciation for beauty remains unchanged. My standards for my ideal type certainly hadn’t.
I looked up at him and asked tentatively, “And you are?”
His body went rigid.
He pressed his lips together, his gaze dropping. “You don’t remember who I am?”
I frowned, thinking hard. “Are you the Cold–hearted Monster?”
His expression was complicated! “…My name is Christian.”
Christian reached out as if to check the wound on my forehead. “You fell down the stairs? Is it serious?”
Seeing me freeze, he stiffly lowered his hand, his tone turning cold again.
“I’m not worried about you. I’m worried you hit your head and will try to blame it on me again.”
His few words painted a vivid picture of my former selfish, willful self. My guilt deepened.
Seeing me silent, he asked again in a low voice, “You really don’t remember me?”
I answered honestly. “I don’t. But from our chat history, it looks like you’re the one who runs all
Christian: “… Not exactly.”
my errands.”
I looked
up, confused. He took a deep breath.
“We’re childhood friends.”
When I didn’t say anything, Christian added coolly, “And, of course, there was the childhood betrothal.”
I was stunned. “What? But our chat history doesn’t look like that at all…” I thought he was just a classmate I didn’t know well.
Christian let out a humorless laugh. “If it weren’t for that, who would willingly be your errand boy every day?!”
“Who would go out of their way to buy your meals and save you a seat?”
“But you just said it was your duty to get my meals,” I argued, confused.
Christian lifted his eyes slightly. “Yes. Isn’t that the duty of a fiancé?”
Just then, our driver, Mr. Evans, walked back in. He looked surprised to see Christian.
“Christian? What are you doing here?”
Christian stood up politely and greeted him with a smile. “I came to see her.”
Mr. Evans was about to sit down when Christian’s next words made him jump back to his feet.
“By the way, Mr. Evans, Flora doesn’t believe that we grew up together.”
“Could you tell her? That we’re already engaged.”
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Mr. Evans’s eyes widened. “Huh?”
He glanced at Christian’s perfectly calm face, then at my bewildered one.
After a moment of profound consideration, he nodded with a complex expression.
“Yes… that is indeed the case.”
