Chapter 2

I didn’t dare look for Julian for several days.

Maybe I was just too terrified to face reality—too scared to admit that Julian might actually love Amber.

But a voice in my heart kept telling me: *He wouldn't. Not the real him.*

He lost his memories because he saved my life. I couldn’t blame him. He was just confused.

I brainwashed myself over and over.

I spent hours cooking a beautiful bento box and delivered it to his office.

The staff at his company knew me, so they let me wait in his private office. But after an hour, he still hadn't returned.

His secretary walked in, looking apologetic. "Miss Miller, Mr. Harrison had to step out for an urgent matter."

I nodded, forcing a smile. I set the bento box on his desk. "He’ll probably forget to eat again. Please make sure he eats this. Otherwise, his stomach ulcer will flare up."

The secretary sighed. "Miss Miller, you care about him so much..."

"I do. I'll get out of your hair now," I said with a soft smile.

I walked out, took a cab, and got halfway home before realizing I had left my purse in his office.

I had to turn back.

But when I pushed open the glass doors of his office lobby, I froze.

Through the glass wall, I saw Amber happily eating the lunch I had spent hours cooking.

Julian sat nearby, reviewing documents. Every now and then, he would look at Amber with a gaze so soft, so tender.

I knew that look.

Before the accident, Julian used to look at me the exact same way.

A sharp pain pierced my chest, accompanied by an overwhelming wave of nausea.

Seeing him feed my hard work to Amber made me sick to my stomach.

Before my brain could stop me, I barged into the office, snatched the bento box, and threw it hard onto the floor.

The food splattered everywhere.

Amber instinctively glared at me. That vicious glare was so familiar that my fingers went numb with fear. I stumbled backward.

Julian jumped up, grabbing my wrist roughly. He yelled, "Chloe! What is your problem?! Haven't you done enough? What did Amber ever do to you?!"

Shaking, I looked directly into his cold eyes.

"You knew I made that for you. If you didn't want it, you could have thrown it in the trash! Why did you give it to her?!"

Julian went silent for a second. For some reason, the raw pain in my eyes seemed to strike a chord in him.

Amber quickly stepped forward, tugging at his sleeve. "Julian... Chloe didn't mean it. She loves you so much. Of course she wouldn't want her food eaten by... someone like me."

The momentary guilt in Julian's eyes vanished, replaced by anger on Amber's behalf.

He comforted her, "Someone like you? Don't ever talk about yourself like that."

Then, he violently shook off my wrist.

I lost my balance and fell hard onto the polished floor.

He looked down at me, cold and detached.

"Since you made it for me, it's mine to give to whoever I want. If you don't want me giving it away, then stop being so pathetic. Stop begging for my attention by bringing me food every single day!"

Those words completely shattered my heart.

I don't even know how I stood up.

Under Julian's freezing gaze and Amber's smug smile, I slowly knelt down, picked up the broken pieces of the bento box, and walked out of his office step by step.

I kept my spine straight. I refused to look defeated.

But the tears wouldn't stop falling.