I arched my brows in confusion because our relationship had turned out to be far worse than I had imagined.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to consider it broken beyond repair because it must be an intense fight and a serious situation for me to take such extreme countermeasures to shut him out from my life.
Marcus told me about how I had gone abroad on my own after I brought up the request to break up. By the time he reached the hospital, I was there on my own without any companions.
Although my physical condition had improved, my mental health was far from being fine; I could merely recall the time I spent with the doctor and nurses.
“It will be fine. Let’s take it one step at a time. The doctor said staying positive will help with regaining your memories.” Marcus placed his hand on my shoulder to console me. “Since you have been consuming tasteless food for so long, I’ll bring you out for something good.”
“Sounds great!” I said joyfully, not wanting to cause Marcus any more trouble.
Although we could barely consider ourselves a couple, I could feel that Marcus had no intention to harm me. Instead, I was almost certain I was his sole priority.
Since I had promised him to start all over again, it wouldn’t be wise to rush things through.
…
Marcus brought me to a Ferropenian restaurant.
“Why don’t you go ahead and see if there’s anything you’re craving? The chef has been headhunted from a globally renowned eatery.”
“Mmm…” I took over the menu and started perusing the dishes available.
There were all sorts of delicate-looking delicacies, yet none of them seemed particularly appetizing. I had a different comfort food in mind.
Suddenly, the restaurant turned lively out of the blue when a family of about seven or eight walked into the restaurant.
“Have you reserved a table?”
“Since there are not many guests, let’s just sit wherever we want.”
“Can we sit next to the window to enjoy the great scenery?”
As they engaged themselves in a conversation, they took a seat at the table opposite ours.
Upon a simple glance, I caught a glimpse of a man’s flickering eyes.
The sprightly young man seemed to be in his late twenties. His pair of aquatic blue eyes could easily charm another woman around his age.
.Those who would show up at that restaurant were members of the upper echelon. Judging by his clothes, I was certain he was from a renowned family.
The man gaped at my presence for a few seconds before moving his eyes away from me. It took him quite some time to snap out of confusion.
After he returned to his senses, he walked over in my direction, accidentally bumping into a waiter on the way. He got himself drenched in coffee, the result of him being overly anxious.
The waiter immediately tried to wipe the coffee off the man and apologized, “I’m so sorry, Sir!”
“It’s fine.” The man waved nonchalantly, his eyes still glued to me. “Y-You’re alive?”
Overwhelmed by my presence, he could barely form a complete sentence. It took him another few seconds to calm himself down. “Scarlett, why haven’t you gotten in touch with Emery when you’re in K City?”
I asked with a frown, “Do I know you?”
I was at least half a decade older than the man in front of me. Never would I have thought I would mingle with a man with a complicated background.
Although I couldn’t recall most parts of my life, upon a simple glance through the menu, I was certain I had grown up in a relatively simple household because the dishes weren’t my go-to foods.
I couldn’t have frequented a Ferropenian restaurant when it took me luck to encounter the wealthiest man of the country, let alone being acquainted with this wealthy-looking heir in front of me.
It would take more than mutual feelings to befriend another person because the differences between backgrounds could be a pain in the ass.
“Y-You…” The man frowned and asked in a serious tone, “I’m Alexander! What’s wrong with you? Are you indicating that I look just like another person on the streets?”
He was speaking at the top of his lungs, seemingly irked. I wondered if it was because I couldn’t recall who he was. Perhaps it was because I couldn’t be bothered by his self-proclaimed attractive looks?
After another few seconds of confrontation, I muttered his name to myself, yet I couldn’t recall anything about him.
All of a sudden, Marcus’ voice could be heard, coming from behind the young man. He deadpanned his request, “Sir, please leave her alone.”
It wasn’t Marcus’ fault for misunderstanding Alexander’s intentions. The latter had indeed gotten overly worked up and surrounded me with his arms on the table. On top of that, the waiter was running around, looking a complete mess, making it seemed as though we had just fought.
