Chapter 3

Alyssa pulled Dylan behind her and straightened up, righteous and indignant. "Connor, I don't care what you think. Dylan is just too kind and too naive. He didn't do anything wrong, and he even bought you a gift to apologize. So stop throwing a tantrum and pretending to have amnesia."

With Dylan, Alyssa was all sweetness and warmth. With me? Ice cold.

I honestly couldn't tell who her actual boyfriend was supposed to be. But I did figure one thing out—a controlling, selfish woman like Alyssa would definitely go for a soft, puppy-like guy like Dylan.

"I'm not throwing a tantrum. And I'm not mad. Alyssa, is it? I need to rest now. Please leave. I don't want you disturbing me."

The wound that had just been pulled open was starting to hurt. I just wanted them gone so I could get some rest.

But before I could even settle back into bed, Alyssa launched into another round of explanations right in my face.

"Connor, are you really not going to forgive me? In an emergency like that, I had to take Dylan and go. He couldn't get hurt. You know his situation. He's an only child, and he has a sick mother depending on him. He's not like you—you come from a wealthy family. What's wrong with me looking out for him as his senior?"

Alyssa kept yapping in my ear, giving me a pounding headache. So I just got out of bed and walked straight out of the room.

If they wouldn't leave, I would.

I went up to the hospital rooftop. Finally, some peace and quiet. The blue sky and cool breeze gave me a little relief.

But my wound was still seeping blood. I gritted my teeth against the pain and tried to remember—still nothing about Alyssa. Not a single memory. But those fifteen minutes with her? They left me feeling disgusted from the bottom of my heart all the way to my scalp.

The blood kept soaking through. I bent over, barely able to take the pain. Before I knew it, I passed out.

When I woke up, I was back in my room. Mark grabbed me and tore into me, yelling about how I always had to make things harder on myself.

He said that after I left, Alyssa and Dylan just stayed put, refusing to leave. Then the hospital director came in to check on me and found that the patient who needed rest had been driven out of his own room—while two people who had no business being there were sitting on the bed with their legs crossed, eating the fruit that was meant for me.

The director lost it, kicked them both out, and put them on the hospital's blacklist.

Just imagining the look on their faces as they got thrown out made me burst out laughing.

"What are you going to do now?" Mark asked. "You and Alyssa started that company together. You need to get it back."

He reminded me.

I didn't remember Alyssa, but I did remember my company. I built it from the ground up after graduation.

Mark told me that the company was supposedly a joint venture between me and Alyssa, but really, I was such a lovesick fool back then that I handed over half the shares for free. She hadn't done a thing to earn them.

I let out a long sigh. Once again, I felt embarrassed for my old, lovesick self.

"Right now, Alyssa's running the company. Everyone there answers to her. You've got a lot ahead of you—getting your shares back, winning people over. It's not going to be easy."

Watching Mark bust his gut worrying about me really moved me.

After getting the full picture about Alyssa, I had a clear plan. No matter how stupid I was back then, everything that belongs to me—I'm going to take it back. I'm done being some lovesick fool who gets walked all over.

"Don't worry. I've got my ways. I'm taking back everything that's mine."