Chapter 3

"Maybe... maybe we should wait until you've recovered more before talking about these things." Jordan said with difficulty, "Right now you need to rest."

"Okay." I nodded obediently, ready to head back to my room.

After taking a few steps, I suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Jordan, who was still sitting there. He was staring blankly at the spot where I had just been sitting, his eyes carrying an indescribable loneliness.

"Jordan?" I called softly.

"Hmm?" He snapped back to reality.

"Thank you." My voice was quiet, this time with unprecedented sincerity, "No matter what I was like before, the me now... I'm very grateful for your care."

These words seemed to touch something deep within him. Jordan's gaze instantly softened: "Rebecca..."

"What's wrong?" I put on a concerned expression.

Jordan looked at me, intense struggle flashing in his eyes. Finally, he couldn't help but say: "The old you... was very strong, very independent. You didn't need anyone's protection. But you now..."

He paused, his voice becoming very soft: "Make me want to protect you."

After saying this, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes—appreciation, heartache, and deep affection.

I caught that look, and my heart skipped a beat hard.

That look... was real.

Back in my room, I lay in bed unable to fall asleep for a long time. Jordan's words kept echoing in my mind—"Make me want to protect you."

Damn it, Rebecca, you can't let him affect you!

I shook my head forcefully, reminding myself of my current situation. Brad had betrayed me, Jennifer had sold me out, and Jordan... he was just a pawn that Brad had pushed forward.

But that look in his eyes...

Whatever. No matter what, since I was going to act, I'd act it out to the end.

On the third day of living at Jordan's house, I had completely mastered the essence of being a "memory-loss little lamb."

Every morning I'd pretend not to know how to use the coffee machine, and Jordan would personally brew coffee for me; when I saw boxing matches on the news, I'd "fearfully" hide in his arms, and he'd immediately change the channel; I'd even "ask for advice" on which clothes were more suitable...

Jordan's care for me became increasingly meticulous, yet I found myself enjoying the feeling of being protected by him more and more.

Damn it, Rebecca, what are you thinking?

Until this afternoon, when a phone call completely ignited the fury in my heart.

"Are you ready for tonight's charity gala?" Brad's voice came from Jordan's phone.

I was in the living room "learning" how to use the remote control when I heard this and immediately pricked up my ears.

"Brad, I'm not sure if it's appropriate to bring Rebecca..." Jordan's tone was somewhat hesitant.

"Why wouldn't it be appropriate?" Brad sneered, "She doesn't remember anything anyway, so just treat it like bringing a child to see the world. It's perfect timing to let everyone see how loving Brad Martinez is, not forgetting to care for even his memory-loss ex-girlfriend."

Ex-girlfriend?!

I almost crushed the remote control.

"And..." Brad's voice became excited, "I'm bringing Jennifer with me. It's time to let everyone know who the woman truly suitable to stand by my side is."

Jennifer! That bitch who betrayed me!

I pretended to still be focused on watching TV, but my heart was exploding with rage. So Brad was bringing Jennifer to make their official debut at the charity gala? They were going to announce their relationship in front of everyone?

While I was still "memory-loss"?

"That doesn't seem right..." Jordan was still hesitating.

"What's not right about it? She won't remember anything anyway." Brad said impatiently, "Jordan, you're not actually falling for her, are you? I'm warning you, don't forget she's only staying at your place temporarily."

I heard Jordan take a deep breath: "I know my boundaries."

"Good. Eight o'clock tonight, Waldorf Hotel. Remember, she's a memory-loss patient now, don't let her embarrass herself."

After the call ended, Jordan stood there in silence for a long time.

And I had already formulated the perfect revenge plan for tonight in my mind.

Brad, Jennifer, you want to show off your love at the charity gala?

Let's see who's better at acting!

"Jordan?" I turned back with a curious expression, "Was that Brad on the phone? He mentioned something about a charity gala?"

Jordan came back to his senses and sat down beside me: "Yes, there's a charity event tonight. I'd like to take you with me."

"Really?" I put on an excited expression, "Can I wear a beautiful dress?"

Looking at my innocent and naive smile, a complex emotion flashed in Jordan's eyes: "Of course you can."

"Will Brad be there too?" I asked casually.

"He will be." Jordan's voice was somewhat tense, "But Rebecca, if you see anything that makes you uncomfortable..."

"What kind of uncomfortable things?" I blinked my innocent big eyes.

Jordan hesitated: "Nothing, just remember that tonight you'll be with me."

I nodded obediently, but inside I was sneering: Brad, Jennifer, tonight you'll witness quite a show.