Chapter 1

I glanced at the two of them but didn't expose their lies. Instead, I feigned amnesia.

"Jonah, since you're my boyfriend, why don't you take me home?"

The man named Jonah Mullen nodded and went to handle my discharge procedures.

Meanwhile, my real boyfriend, Eric Cobb, stood silently to the side.

In the end, it was Jonah who took me home. I quietly stepped out of the room and overheard him talking on the phone in the living room.

"Jonah, do me a favor—pretend to be Gina's boyfriend for a while."

"What you're doing is crazy! She's going to find out the truth sooner or later."

"Don't worry, dude. She's easy to win over. Besides, she loves me so much—there's no way she'd really leave me. But we've been together for two years, and honestly, I'm bored with her. So I plan to enjoy my freedom while she's lost her memory."

"You've hooked up with Lila, haven't you? You're just using this as an excuse to mess around with her."

"It's impossible for a man to spend his life with only one woman, though my heart still belongs to Gina."

I silently returned to the room, making a slight noise as I opened the door. Then, I walked back out to the living room.

Hearing the sound, Jonah quickly hung up the phone and turned to look at me.

"Why don't you rest a little longer?" He placed a hand on my forehead to check if I still had a fever. Then, he led me to sit on the sofa.

"I'm hungry." Right on cue, my stomach growled loudly.

"What do you feel like eating? How could I make some mac-and-cheese for you?"

I nodded.

He got up and went to the fridge to pour me a glass of milk. After passing it to me, he ruffled my hair and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Wait here. I'll be done soon."

As he leaned in for another kiss, I turned my head away.

Jonah gently touched my face. "It's okay if you don't remember me. Let's just take it slow."

Then, he headed into the kitchen, and soon, the aroma of food filled the air.

After dinner, I got up to return to my room. He followed right behind me.

My chest tightened—was he planning to sleep in the same room as me?

As far as he knew, I had amnesia, and he was my boyfriend—of course, he'd expect us to share a bed. But in reality, I hadn't lost my memory at all.

Jonah followed me into the room, and I stood to the side, frantically trying to figure out how to avoid the situation.

"Um, I—"

"Starting tonight, you'll sleep here. I'll be in the next room. Call me if you need anything."

We spoke at the same time, and his words left me stunned.

"We have plenty of time to get to know each other again, so we can take it slow."

My face flushed with embarrassment at my earlier assumptions. I lowered my head, unsure how to face him.

"Gina, my friends are getting together tomorrow. Come with me?"

Still recovering from the embarrassment, I nodded instinctively. "Okay." Then, I pretended to look troubled. "But I'm afraid I won't recognize anyone."

"Don't worry. You have me."

That night, I actually slept pretty well.