After three years of chasing Lucas, he finally agreed to date me. But everyone knew he still wasn't over his last relationship. The first time we had a fight, I left in a fit of rage late at night. I got into a car accident and lost my memory. In the hospital room, Lucas gave me a phone number. "This is your boyfriend, Archer's number." I believed him. He sighed in relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. But later, he crashed my wedding to Archer. He stubbornly gripped the hem of my wedding dress, refusing to let go: "Don't marry him, I'm begging you." Chapter 1 On my fifth day in the hospital. Lucas came again. Unlike previous days, today he handed me a slip of paper with a phone number. "This is your boyfriend, Archer's number." Lucas kept a straight face. "Before the accident, you two had a fight, and you deleted all his contact info." "Did we break up?" If we didn't break up, why hadn't he come to see me after all these days in the hospital? Lucas said, "That's between you two. I'm an outsider, I don't know the details." Just as I was about to speak, the door pushed open. A tall, lean figure walked in. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. The tailored shirt and trousers outlined a physique with perfect proportions. He was literally walking pheromones. I stared blankly as he leaned in close to my face. "Heard you broke your brain?" Wait... "Who are you?" "Archer." My feelings were complicated. I asked Lucas, "Is he really my boyfriend?" Archer paused, looking at Lucas. Lucas stared back at him intently, but spoke to me: "Yes, he is your boyfriend." Archer narrowed his桃花 eyes (peach blossom eyes - charming eyes). A moment later, he let out a scoff. "I am, indeed, your boyfriend." I don't know if it was my imagination, but after Archer said that, Lucas seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "When are you being discharged?" Archer asked again. "Tomorrow." Archer's eyes filled with amusement. "Then I'll come pick you up tomorrow, girlfriend." The last word curled up at the end, carrying an endless, lingering charm. I suddenly blushed, my heart racing. "Hazel..." Turning my head, I met Lucas's displeased gaze. I restrained my smile. "What's wrong?" He pressed his lips together. "I'm getting engaged in a few days, I can't pick you up tomorrow..." I nodded understandingly. "My boyfriend is here, you go busy yourself with your stuff." Chapter 2 The next afternoon, Archer came to pick me up. He helped me pack and handled the discharge paperwork. He was outrageously considerate. He took me home—to his home. Looking at the brand-new toiletries in the bathroom, I asked puzzledly: "Why is everything new?" He answered leisurely, "The day we fought, I threw out everything related to you." The corner of my mouth twitched. "So are you over being mad now?" He nodded, then shook his head. "What does that mean?" He lazily lifted his eyes. "You're already like this, I have no choice but to forgive you." I paused. "Did I start the fight?" He didn't speak, just looked at me silently. His gaze made me feel guilty, and I didn't dare meet his eyes. Finally, I cleared my throat and turned toward the walk-in closet. "Let's let bygones be bygones. We'll get along well from now on." Opening the closet door, I discovered it was full of new clothes with tags still on. From inside out, everything was there. The entire closet was new. I tried to hold it in, but couldn't. "Archer, why didn't you throw yourself out too!" He looked blank. "What?" "You threw out everything I touched. I've touched you, why didn't you throw yourself out?" Archer seemed to just realize what I meant. In an instant, he turned his face away unnaturally, a flush creeping up his ears. After a while, a magnificent voice came: "You haven't touched me." I shook my head without hesitation. "Impossible." He was grown exactly to my aesthetic preferences. I only lost some memories, I didn't become stupid. With such a handsome man in front of me, I couldn't possibly sit still and be a saint. The more I thought about it, the more wrong it felt. I asked: "Archer, is it that you... can't perform?" "What are you saying!" Archer grabbed a set of pajamas from the closet and shoved them at me. "Go wash up, I'll make you something to eat." He left immediately, giving me no chance to react. At night, when it was time to sleep. I waited and waited, but Archer didn't come to bed. Walking out of the room, I found out he had already gone to sleep in the guest bedroom! When I pushed open the guest room door, he was just about to take off his pants. The moment our eyes met, he quickly pulled his pants back up and even wrapped a bathrobe around himself. Tsk. Living together and he's still guarding against me. I walked over silently, lifted the quilt, and burrowed in. Archer was dumbfounded. "You, you, you..." I patted the spot beside me. "Come here." He didn't move. "Aren't you going to sleep?" I asked. He stared at me, looking like he wanted to say something several times but stopped. "Are you scared? Or is it that you really can't perform?" Archer finally moved. He walked to my side, wrapped me up like a burrito with lightning speed, and carried me back to the master bedroom. It wasn't until I heard the door close that I realized my boyfriend might really have a problem. In the middle of the night, while sleeping groggily, Archer came into my room. He lifted my nightgown and did all sorts of bad things. He teased me until I was parched but refused to give me relief. I cried out in anger, "Archer, I'm breaking up with you! I'm finding a man who's better and more capable than you!" He bit me fiercely. "You dare!" "Hmph, watch me! Get off!" I kicked out, but kicked empty air. The huge movement woke me up. Looking around, it was broad daylight. It turned out to be just a dream. Outside the door, Archer was knocking. "Get up for breakfast." Ten minutes later, I sat at the dining table. He had buttoned his shirt all the way to the top button. Looking serious like an old veteran cadre. Clearly, the last two times I saw him, he didn't button up properly, and I could faintly see the pectoral muscles under his shirt. The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I was. "Archer, how about I make you an appointment with a urologist?" Archer suddenly started coughing violently, unable to stop for a long time. I handed him a glass of water and said slowly: "Don't worry, as long as you can be cured, I won't despise you." Archer coughed until he could barely breathe. I quickly patted his back and gave him water. After bustling for a while, he finally stopped. "I am very healthy." Before I could question his words, he added, "Today is Lucas's engagement party. Come with me." Chapter 3 We arrived a bit late to the engagement party. Archer insisted I dress to the nines. I really shouldn't have listened to him. As soon as we appeared, almost everyone's eyes fell on me. I was a bit uneasy. "Archer, why are they all looking at me?" Archer curved his lips. "Because you're beautiful." I wasn't used to such occasions and excused myself to the restroom. As soon as I entered a stall, voices sounded outside. "I can't believe Archer actually brought Hazel here. Isn't this blatantly embarrassing Lucas?" "It was supposed to be Hazel and Lucas's engagement party. Who knows what kind of scene she'll make when she gets her memory back." "What can she do? Lucas doesn't love her, otherwise he wouldn't have temporarily changed his fiancée." "Blame Hazel's bad luck. Getting a head injury at this critical moment gave Chloe a chance." "But why is Archer with Hazel? They've been enemies since childhood. Now that she has amnesia, they're together?" "Who knows, maybe Archer is just playing with her." "I guess so. Archer once said he wouldn't marry Hazel even if she was the last woman on earth." "Alright, stop talking. Walls have ears." Silence fell outside. I stayed in the restroom for a long time. When I came out, I saw Lucas. His eyes were deep. "You just got out of the hospital, why didn't you rest at home for a couple more days?" "Thanks for the concern, I'm fine." I tried to walk around him, but he blocked my path. "Hazel, did you hear anything today?" "You mean about Archer and me being enemies? Enemies can bury the hatchet. Besides, I like him quite a bit now." "You don't like Archer." I was puzzled. "You're not me, how do you know I don't like him?" Lucas realized he misspoke and tried to recover: "That's not what I meant, it's because... before you lost your memory, you told me you didn't like him anymore." "Hazel." Lucas's brow showed a hint of coldness. "You can't remember the past now. As a friend, I suggest you take this opportunity to break up with Archer." Just as his voice fell, a scoff came from the shadows nearby. "Lucas, that's not very nice of you." Archer stepped out of the dark, his long legs bringing him to my side in two strides. "Haven't you heard it's better to tear down a temple than ruin a marriage?" Lucas: "You're not married yet." Archer took my hand. "Sooner or later." He checked the time. "We have other things to do, we have to go. Oh right, happy engagement. May you be together forever." With that, he pulled me away quickly. In the car, buckled up. Archer said, "I'm taking you for a ride." He just went. Floored the gas pedal onto the highway. I was tense all over, clutching the seatbelt, not daring to make a sound. I should have known better than to get in his car. Yet Archer didn't realize his problem, relaxed as if he were riding a bike in his backyard. The car sped on the highway for an hour, finally slowing down and stopping on a beach. I quickly pushed the door open and got out, gasping for air. Archer walked to my side, smiling. "Carsick? Shouldn't be." I ignored him. He took two cans of beer from the trunk, sat on the sand, and waved at me. I couldn't believe it. "You raced here just to drink?" "Alcohol adds to the fun, didn't you know?" After a moment of silence, I sat next to him. Just as I reached for a beer, he snatched it away. "You just got out of the hospital, you can't drink. I'll drink it for you." Chapter 4 The consequence of letting Archer drink was that I had to drive for two hours like I was facing a formidable enemy. Archer seemed to have drunk too much, stumbling when he got out of the car. Out of pity, I went up to support him. Entering the elevator, Archer extended his long arm and clasped my waist. That captivating face was inches away, adding a bit of charm due to the drunkenness. I inexplicably swallowed. Unexpectedly, Archer caught it all. "Look good?" His rich voice carried a hint of tenderness. I looked away and pushed him. He remained motionless. When the elevator door opened, he suddenly bent down, picked me up bridal style, and headed straight for the master bedroom. I was startled. "Archer, what are you doing?" He put me on the bed, supporting himself with hands on either side of me. "Date, drink, sleep. Can't miss one." My mouth twitched fiercely. I kicked his calf. "Go shower first." He got up and scooped me up along with him. "Together." Just as we reached the bathroom door, my phone rang. I patted him. "Put me down." Archer was unmoved. "Calls at this hour aren't worth answering." Inside the bathroom, he placed me on the vanity counter and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The phone ringing outside stopped abruptly. A few seconds later, Archer's phone rang. He took the phone from his pocket, hit answer and speaker, and set it aside. "What's up?" Only the sound of our breathing filled the spacious bathroom. I could hear Lucas's voice clearly. "Where did you take her?" Archer unbuttoned the last two buttons of his shirt while saying, "Couple stuff. Mind your own business." Taking off the shirt removed the obstacle, revealing defined abs. I couldn't resist and put my hand on them. But just as I touched his chest, he caught my hand. The man's voice was low: "Don't rush, wait until I finish the call." As soon as he finished speaking, Lucas's furious voice came from the phone: "What are you doing!" He ignored Lucas, looking at me, smiling like a rogue. "Want to verify if I can perform or not?" I subconsciously gripped the hem of my dress. "Then you..." "No! You can't! Hazel, come out, I'm coming to pick you up right now, you can't be with him..." The voice cut off. Archer hung up the phone. I was a bit puzzled. "Lucas seems very opposed to me being with you?" "Because he's jealous I have such a beautiful girlfriend." He slowly leaned in, warm breath spraying on my face, tickling. I instinctively dodged to the side. Unexpectedly, big hands turned my face straight, and an overwhelming kiss fell. He had absolutely no technique to speak of. Even so, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I don't know how long it passed, until I could barely breathe, the doorbell rang. Archer let go of me, his black eyes tainted with emotions I couldn't read. My dress had been pushed up to my waist at some point, the ironed fabric now wrinkled beyond recognition. I gave him a ghostly glare. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to kiss me again. Just then, the knocking outside was deafening. There was a stance of not giving up until the door opened. Archer was displeased, but he pulled my dress down. "I'll go check." I heard Lucas's voice. But it wasn't convenient for me to go out looking like this, so I waited quietly for Archer to come get me. Not long after, Archer returned. He said, "I'm going out for a bit. Wait here for me like a good girl."
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