After He Lost His Memory, He Loved Me Chapter 03
It was a professional-looking woman with her arms crossed, smiling for the camera.
Heavy makeup made it hard to tell if she was pretty or not.
But judging by the proportions in the photo, she was definitely not short.
Alarm bells went off in my head, but on the outside, I put on my best injured expression and showed Leo the phone.
“You big softie, who’s this?”
Leo closed his book.
“What?”
He leaned over, saw the comment, and frowned slightly.
He took the phone from me and started typing furiously.
When he handed it back, there was a small smile playing on his lips.
I was shocked.
He saw me staring and seemed a little annoyed.
“You gonna lie back down or what?”
“Oh.
Right.”
I laid back down like a plank.
Then I rolled over and asked, real casual, “So… you do like being close to me, don’t you?.
His lashes lowered.
The corner of his mouth curved up.
“Yeah.
It’s alright.”
I sat up and whispered in his ear, “Want to get even closer?”
“We can go from close to zero distance, you know~”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and killed the lights.
“If you’ve got this much energy, you didn’t work enough overtime.”
We were face to face in the dark.
His intense gaze made me blush.
“I’ll go to sleep, then?”
“Yeah.”
I closed my eyes and waited forever.
His breathing was still all over the place.
I peeked at him.
His eyes were wide open, still watching me in the dark.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Did you forget something?”
“Huh?”
“Hmm?”
Under the weight of that one bossy syllable, I stammered, “G-good night, you big softie.”
“Good night, sweetheart.”
He put a warm palm on the back of my head and stroked slowly until I finally relaxed.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed.
I went downstairs and found Leo on the phone, his back to me.
His voice was low, but he sounded urgent—like whatever he was discussing couldn’t wait another second.
When he turned and saw me, he froze.
For a split second, he looked almost panicked.
“Okay.
Gotta go.”
He came over and pulled my drooping spaghetti strap back onto my shoulder.
“Aren’t you cold, wearing so little?”
Wow.
He actually cared.
Maybe I was wearing my heart on my sleeve.
He looked a little embarrassed.
“That was a friend of mine.
A therapist.
I asked him to come over and talk.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.
I’ve been… anxious lately.”
“Ah.”
“Don’t overthink it.”
He ruffled my bedhead and shuffled off in his slippers.
I stomped upstairs and sat in front of my mirror, furiously getting ready.
I had the day off.
I was going to hunt down his so-called “friend” and see what was what.
Turned out I overthought it.
The friend was a guy.
Now there were two six-foot-one-plus gorgeous men standing side by side in front of me.
Their height, their vibe—they matched like copy-paste.
I got dizzy just looking at them.
Not that they cared about me.
As soon as Leo’s friend walked in, he didn’t even say hi.
Just grabbed Leo and pulled him aside.
They whispered downstairs for a long time.
Ugh.
I wanted to eavesdrop SO BAD.
But after a while, Leo went out to smoke, I guess.
The hot guy waved me downstairs.
“Me?”
“Yeah.
Ms. Hall.
It’s abou Leo’s condition.”
“Be right there!”
I scurried down like my life depended on it and poured him tea all nice.
“Ms. Hall is too formal.
Call me Bella.”
“Okay, Bella.”
This guy was basically the same model as Leo, but softer.
Way more gentle.
He had dimples on both sides of his mouth, and when he smiled, he looked so sweet.
Turns out his name was Finn Ellis.
His family had been doctors for three generations.
I immediately liked him more.
“Let’s exchange iMessages.
I can keep you updated on Leo’s condition?”
“Sure.”
After we added each other, he pulled out a voice recorder and started asking questions.
“How long has he been like this?”
“About a week.
Right before we were supposed to get a divorce.”
“Divorce?”
“Yeah.
Leo doesn’t like me.”
“He… doesn’t like you?”
He seemed genuinely shocked.
He even repeated the words a few times and started typing furiously on a little laptop.
“Right.
Where’s his mom?
I remember he has a younger sister.”
“They’re traveling.
Haven’t come back yet.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Before the accident, he was the same with me, his mom, his sister.
After the accident, he lost some memories, but his personality hasn’t changed much.”
“Got it.”
“His work is fine too.
He’s an entrepreneur, so he’s always been stressed and anxious.”
We talked about Leo for half an hour.
Dr. Ellis’s expression got more and more serious, which made me nervous.
According to him, this kind of delirium caused by a combination of trauma and anxiety could clear up in a few weeks or never go away at all.
“Should he see a doctor?
Something more systematic?”
“Not yet.
Just observe him for now.
Let me know how things develop.”
“…Okay.”
After Dr. Ellis left, I was sitting on the couch zoning out when a shadow loomed over me.
I jumped.
“Leo… you big softie?”
“You never added me on iMessage.”
Oh.
His face darkened.
He turned and walked upstairs, back as cold as ice.
I ran after him.
As I turned, I noticed Dr. Ellis filling out a patient form.
But the name he wrote wasn’t Leo’s.
It was mine.
Wait.
Do they need the family member’s name too?