I fell completely in love with my best friend’s older brother. To make him love me back, I did a lot of incredibly stupid things. My best friend sighed and warned me: "Give it up. My brother is cold-blooded. He's a complete jerk." Even he told me straight to my face that we would never happen in this lifetime. Then, I got into a car accident. When I woke up, I had completely forgotten everything about chasing him for years. When he came to visit me in the hospital with my best friend, I smiled sweetly and called him "Brother." Later, I brought my new boyfriend to his birthday party. That night, he cornered me, gripping my chin, glaring at me like a feral animal. "Stop calling me 'Brother'." 1 Harper still found it baffling that I had ever fallen for her brother. So, even after I woke up from the crash, she wouldn't stop nagging me. "Since you have amnesia now, make the most of it. Don't go falling for someone who isn't worth your time." She handed me a peeled apple. I took a bite. It was pretty crisp. Just then, the hospital room door opened, and a handsome face walked in wearing a white coat. It was my attending physician, Dr. Liam Sterling. His eyes narrowed slightly in a smile, bringing a comforting warmth, like a gentle spring breeze. He looked at me, beaming. "Looks like someone is ready to be discharged." I had been stuck in this hospital for almost a month. My body felt numb from lying in bed so long. Hearing those words was like being handed a pardon. I let out a cheer just as the door was pushed open again. This time, the man who walked in was wearing a tailored black business suit. His features were sharp, his aura cold, aloof, and aristocratic. Every step of his leather shoes on the tile radiated unquestionable authority and pressure. Looking at him, a sudden spike of fear rose in my chest. I instinctively looked at Harper. Instead of greeting him happily, she sighed, stood up, and introduced him. "Carter, you're here." The apple slipped from my hand, rolling across the floor until it stopped right at his feet. I swallowed hard and offered an awkward smile. "Harper, you never mentioned your brother was this hot!" Harper covered her face with her hands, clearly mortified by my behavior. The man, hearing my comment, merely furrowed his brow slightly. Somehow, that made him look even more brooding and attractive. I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. If only a brother this handsome was my actual brother. While I was busy lamenting internally, the handsome brother spoke up. "Ava, I heard you lost your memory. That's probably for the best. I'll treat you just like a little sister, same as Harper." My eyes instantly lit up. "Thank you, Brother!" Harper dropped her hands, staring at me with a completely blank expression. And he just frowned even deeper. 2 Thanks to Harper’s extensive explanations, I finally learned just how pathetic and obsessive my pursuit of her brother had been. To put it simply, I had been an absolute, unapologetic simp. His name was Carter Hayes, and he was three years older than us. He was in the prime of his career, building his empire. One time, I went with Harper to his office building to find him, and it was love at first sight. Harper sighed, taking a bite of her cake with a tiny spoon. "Honestly, I really have no idea why you were so obsessed with him." She trailed off, looking like she was holding something back, something too difficult to say out loud. I didn't really care. She had already said this was all before the amnesia. Maybe my time chasing him was so agonizing that my brain took this accident as a perfect excuse to wipe the slate clean. And that was fine by me. I had forgotten him anyway. "Don't worry, I promise I'll treat him exactly like a real older brother from now on." Seeing her eyes, which looked exactly like Carter's, I cautiously floated an idea. "Do you think... is it possible that the person I actually had a crush on was you?" Harper rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. "I think you need another brain scan." We joked around, and the topic was quickly brushed aside. But they say when your luck is bad, even drinking cold water will crack a tooth. Right after I swore to the heavens that I harbored absolutely zero romantic thoughts about her brother, Harper spotted him. He was sitting not too far away from us. Just two tables down. He was wearing a casual button-down shirt, the top two buttons undone, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. He was staring intently at us. There was a faint, unreadable smile playing in his eyes. I think I realized why I fell in love with him at first sight. Just sitting there, he had the power to make your heart hammer against your ribs. His entire vibe was a mix of effortless wealth and lazy arrogance. The sharp lines of his face were softened by a cool, untouchable detachment. But this time, my heart didn't flutter. I was just terrified that what we had just been talking about might cause a misunderstanding. I didn't know why, but right now, looking at him just made me want to run away. The lingering effects of the car crash were seriously no joke. 3 Harper instinctively stood up. She seemed to be genuinely intimidated by her brother. She walked over obediently, keeping her head down, and mumbled, "Hey, Carter." Seeing her, I quickly tagged along. Hiding behind Harper, I offered a soft, timid greeting: "Hi, Carter." "Oh? Why isn't the little sis calling you 'Carter-bear' this time?" A guy sitting next to him laughed out loud. He grabbed his drink, took a huge gulp, looking like a total playboy. Harper instinctively threw her arm out, shielding me behind her. That subconscious, protective gesture sent a wave of warmth through my heart. Carter was apparently at a business dinner. Besides the guy who just spoke, the other people at the table were also looking at me with calculating expressions. "She probably realized playing the desperate stalker wasn't working, so now she's trying reverse psychology." One of the women at the table chimed in with a smirk. Then, the woman next to her leaned in and whispered something in her ear. They exchanged a knowing, mocking smile. That kind of behavior was incredibly annoying. But I didn't take it to heart. Let them talk. I couldn't hear what they were whispering anyway. And even if they gossiped until the sky fell down, it wasn't going to take a piece of flesh off me. Harper, on the other hand, was glaring daggers. Just as she opened her mouth to snap back, Carter cut her off. "Why are you here?" His eyes locked onto me, piercing right through me. He was asking me. Did he think we were stalking him and followed him here? I shivered involuntarily and spoke in a tiny voice. "We just read some good reviews online. We've never been to this restaurant before." The implication being: running into him was a pure accident. Harper gathered her courage too. "Carter, you don't need to be so tense. Ava really did forget all about you." He let out a low chuckle, his gaze drifting upward, landing on the small square of gauze covering the wound on my forehead. He said cryptically: "Forgetting is a good thing." I didn't know if he meant forgetting him. Or forgetting that entire pathetic history of chasing him. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Loving him was in the past. Living my life was the present. Starting a new chapter was the future. I flashed a sickeningly sweet smile: "You're absolutely right, Carter!" The smirk on Carter's face vanished, settling into a dead, emotionless mask. His dark eyes practically radiated a freezing, biting chill. 4 After that day, I didn't leave my apartment for almost half a month. When Harper came over to check on me, I was glued to my iPad, completely engrossed in a TV show. It was one of those wildly popular, super-sweet romance dramas. The chemistry between the male and female leads was perfect, and I was absolutely obsessed. The only downside was the agonizingly slow release schedule—only four episodes a week. "Your brain is going to rot watching this garbage." Harper looked at me with absolute exasperation. "Are you just giving up on life because of what my brother said?" I lay on my stomach on the bed, staring at her with question marks floating around my head. The video was paused right at the exact moment the leads were staring into each other's eyes, about to kiss. I lazily rolled over. "Giving up on life? What the hell are you talking about?" Harper lay down next to me and asked, "Are you sure it's not because of my brother?" "You're making zero sense." This time, it was my turn to roll my eyes. I shoved the iPad toward her. "Look at this new show I just invested in." Harper was confused. "Since when did you start investing in TV shows?" "I have no idea." I scratched my head. "When I woke up in the hospital, the producers were already messaging me. It must have been something I set up before the crash." Harper nodded. TV production cycles were long; my explanation made perfect sense. Soon enough, she was sucked into the plot, too. When I woke up from a nap, she was staring at me with massive dark circles under her eyes. My mouth twitched. "Don't tell me you stayed up all night watching that." She grabbed my arm and shook it aggressively. "Never mind that! Can you please, please take me to the wrap party?!" That was when I found out Harper had not only binge-watched the latest episodes but also gone online to hunt for spoilers and behind-the-scenes gossip. She had found out there was going to be a wrap party for the cast and crew next week. The production team had already sent me an invitation. Since she wouldn't stop begging, I had no choice but to take her with me. On the night of the party, Harper dressed elegantly and beautifully. She wore a soft, butter-yellow flared dress, her hair styled in loose, glamorous waves cascading down her back. She was naturally gorgeous, and with a touch of light makeup, anyone who didn't know better would have assumed she was the leading actress. "Tell me the truth. Do you have a crush on the male lead?" Harper slapped my accusing finger away, making a solemn vow. "I can completely separate the character from real life, thank you very much!" If she hadn't practically sprinted toward him the second we walked in, I might have actually believed her bullshit. But given her net worth, falling for a celebrity wouldn't be a huge issue anyway. I grabbed a glass of champagne and mingled through the crowd. The instinct for high-society networking was practically baked into my bones; even amnesia couldn't erase it. But I finally understood why my brain had completely blocked out the memory of investing in this show. Because I spotted the primary, massive financial backer of the series. It was Carter Hayes. I guess the old me saw him investing and threw money at the project just to have an excuse to be close to him. After all, according to Harper... Before the crash, I had the ultimate, terminal case of 'love-on-the-brain'. His eyes found me through the crowded room. He offered a distant, knowing smirk. He looked so smug and self-assured, as if he was saying: See? I knew you were faking the amnesia. 5 A wave of panic hit me, and I instinctively turned to walk away. I didn't expect to crash directly into someone. "Careful." Hearing that familiar, warm tone, I couldn't help but look up. "Dr. Sterling?" He smiled. "What a coincidence. Are you involved with this production, Ava?" I shook my head. "No, I just invested in it." Liam’s smile froze for a fraction of a second. "Ava, you certainly throw your money around." His reaction made me laugh. The little interruption eased my tense nerves significantly. It turned out that because the female lead in the show was a doctor, they needed a professional medical consultant on set. Liam’s grandfather was a highly respected figure in the medical field. But since his grandfather couldn't make it, he sent Liam in his place. That was how I learned that this seemingly ordinary, unassuming man actually came from a prestigious medical dynasty. The very hospital where I had stayed was owned by his family. "I didn't realize Dr. Sterling was hiding his light under a bushel." I raised my glass to toast him. Liam chuckled awkwardly. "I'll take that as a compliment." His long, elegant fingers held the crystal flute, the golden liquid swaying inside. The chandelier light hit the glass, making it sparkle. His hands were incredibly slender and refined. I don't know if it was the alcohol going to my head, but I blurted out, "Dr. Sterling, has anyone ever told you that you have really nice hands?" Liam paused for a second, completely unfazed. Instead, he stepped a fraction closer. "Is it just my hands that are nice, or is it everything else too?" He was standing quite close. His eyes were locked onto mine. A strange, inexplicable feeling started to bloom in the pit of my stomach. My breath hitched for a second. Just as I was about to speak, someone clamped a hand around my wrist and forcefully dragged me out of Liam's personal space. I looked up and saw Carter's tightly clenched jaw. His eyes were lowered, his voice rough and gravelly. "This is a public event. Show some restraint."
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