Chapter 1:

1

At the graduation ceremony, I finally mustered the courage to prepare to confess to my crush, Adrian.

On the other side of the sidewalk, Adrian was taking pictures in his dashing graduation gown, and I ran over excitedly, not noticing that the crosswalk light was red at the moment.

With a loud "bang," I was hit by a car, and everything went black as I lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a white ceiling.

To my surprise, I saw Adrian beside my hospital bed.

He was as handsome as ever. This was probably the first time we had been this close to each other.

Adrian stood by my bed, his gaze shifted from the IV bottle to my face.

Inadvertently, I saw a ring on his left ring finger.

I had liked him for so long, and it turned out he was already taken.

Suppressing the sourness in my heart, I pulled a smile and greeted him, "Senior, why are you here?"

I was about to get up from the hospital bed when I noticed my arm wrapped in thick bandages.

The next moment, Adrian sat on the stool by my bed, his voice cold and distant.

"Miss Grant, you're really good at using means, risking your life just to get a divorce."

I stared in confusion at Adrian's face, completely clueless about what he meant by that?

Divorce?

I haven't even graduated, much less married, so where did this talk of divorce come from?

At this moment, a nurse walked in, carrying a tray for dressing wounds.

"Dr. Wells, you're still here? Miss, you have no idea how lucky you are. You were in a car accident, and it was lucky that Dr. Wells happened to pass by and provided emergency treatment right away. Otherwise, you wouldn't just have a fractured arm."

The nurse spoke as she carefully disinfected my wound, and only then did I notice a ring on my right ring finger!

And this ring clearly matched Adrian's ring.

They're a couple's pair!

Panic and uncertainty welled up in my eyes. After the nurse left the ward, I grabbed Adrian's sleeve.

"Senior, you're Adrian, right? A graduate of Yarlem, Class of '18?"

Adrian frowned, looking particularly displeased, and shook off my grip on his sleeve, staring at me coldly.

"Now that you're awake, let's discuss the divorce agreement."

2

This is utterly ridiculous!

I was clearly on my way to the graduation ceremony when I accidentally got hit by a car.

How did waking up turn into me supposedly "threatening my life" just to divorce Adrian?

I'm firmly convinced: either I've gone crazy, or Adrian has.

"Senior, wait a minute!"

Just as I was about to speak, a little kid suddenly appeared in the ward, running affectionately into Adrian's arms.

Me: ???

Wow, what an adorable child. I reached out my other uninjured hand to pinch his cheek, but he seemed scared and hid in Adrian's embrace.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry, Auntie couldn't resist because you're so cute."

Adrian looked at me with some displeasure, and I remembered I had called him over but hadn't gotten to the point.

"Senior, although it might be hard to believe, I have no memory of what you're talking about. I only remember being on my way to the graduation ceremony..."

I hadn't finished speaking when Adrian impatiently interrupted me.

"So, are you trying to say you've lost your memory now?"

Amnesia?

Yes, that's right, it's amnesia. Only with amnesia would I have no recollection of any of this.

I nodded earnestly.

Adrian's frosty face looked at me as he pulled a document from his bag and threw it in front of me.

"This is a divorce agreement. The terms were written according to your request. If there are no objections, sign it as soon as possible."

I opened my mouth, but in the end, I didn't know what to say.

Even the little kid in Adrian's arms, hearing Adrian mention this, pursed his lips with a grievance.

"Senior, discussing this in front of someone else's kid might not be good for the child's mental health."

"Why not postpone this for a while?"

Adrian snorted coldly.

"Someone else's child? Olivia, your amnesia act is quite convincing. This is our child."

...

"Also, when you dined with other men, did you ever consider whether it was good for the child's mental health?"

I hadn't even processed Adrian's first statement when his second statement left my mind blank. I looked at the little kid incredulously.

So I was not only married but had a love child too?

Unfortunately, the little kid completely ignored me, burying his head in Adrian's neck, not even glancing at me.

The information was overwhelming; my brain successfully crashed.

3

It took me an entire day to somewhat sort out the entire situation in my mind.

I seemed to really have lost my memory.

I'm still me, Adrian is still Adrian.

The only difference is, we're married and have a baby.

But the divorce agreement on the hospital bed silently conveyed another message: clearly, our marriage had issues.

The problem seemed to be that I might have cheated?

No, but could that be possible? Would I cheat on someone like Adrian, who is both good-looking and smart?

Am I out of my mind?

So, from which part did things go wrong? How should I regain my memory?

I scratched my head, frustrated, as my brain drew a blank, making me feel restless.

"Mom."

There was a knock at the door, and I looked up to see a small crack as the door opened, revealing the shy and adorable face of the little kid.

"Dad said you need to remember to disinfect your hand. Here's the disinfectant. He wants you to disinfect it yourself."

The little hand tightly gripped a bottle of iodine.

I held out my hand, signaling for him to come in.

"Mom's hand hurts a bit. Could you bring it over to me?"

The little kid looked at me, hesitant, but eventually nodded and shuffled over to me, placing the iodine on my bedside table.

I used my other hand to pick him up, letting him sit on my lap. I carefully observed his features, noting his eyes resembled mine, big and round, and bright, while his nose was like Adrian's, high, and his face like Adrian's, a perfect oval and very handsome.

This was my son with Adrian.

I couldn't resist holding him in my arms and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. His chubby face smelled like milk, making me love him even more.

When I looked up, I saw his face flush red.

He froze for a second in my arms before wrapping his small hands around my neck and hugging me tight.

He leaned on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Mom, you smell nice."

This is truly the cutest moment in the world.

I was wrapped in the joy of being praised by my baby when the door was pushed open.

Adrian's familiar figure appeared at the door, stepping in my direction.

"Dad!"

The little kid quickly ran to Adrian with open arms, waiting for Adrian to pick him up.

Adrian had just showered, wearing casual home clothes, looking both sexy and relaxed.

His hair hung naturally over his forehead, a few droplets of water sliding down his neck into his collar.

I swallowed hard; male charm is real.

As he got closer, my heart started to beat faster.

However, Adrian's words quickly squashed my excitement.

"Miss Grant, don't you think it's a bit late to start caring for Chloe now?"

"I didn't, I..."

I wanted to explain, but as soon as I saw Adrian's cold expression, I knew he wouldn't believe anything I said.

In the end, I chose silence.

"Fine, carry on. I'm going out."

I walked out of the study, and Chloe peeked out from Adrian Wells' neck to glance at me, watching them being so affectionate with each other.

A wave of sourness welled up in my heart.

So what if I have a husband and a child, the husband who doesn't love me and wants a divorce, even the child is closer to the father.

I started to overthink, if that's the case, why did we choose to get married in the first place, and why did we have a child?

Outside the balcony, a full moon hung high in the sky, the night breeze blew, scattering my emotions.

Nothing has changed.

It seems only I have changed.

4

The master bedroom only had a large bed.

The entire room was decorated in the most monotonous black, white, and gray tones.

Other than that, the room was cleaned very tidily, and the faint scent of gardenias kept drifting into my nostrils.

I remember, this is the scent I like.

I walked into the closet, looking for my pajamas, but all I saw were black.

And it was all men's clothing.

...

There was no way, I had to knock on the study's door.

"Senior...hubby, I'm sorry to bother you."

I spoke with utmost respect.

Adrian Wells, who was working at the computer, looked up at me upon hearing my voice, the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose made him appear so alluring yet abstinent.

"Do you know where my pajama is? I just searched the master bedroom's closet and couldn't find it."

Adrian Wells looked at me fixedly for a few seconds without speaking.

Just when I thought he didn't want to answer and was about to leave, he suddenly stood up from the chair and walked towards me.

He stood straight in front of me, his height of 185 cm compared to my 165 cm, made me look so petite and delicate.

Adrian Wells smirked, his hands in his pockets.

"What, are you planning to continue pretending to have amnesia?"

I swallowed, not knowing what to say for a moment, the problem is you wouldn't believe it even if I told the truth.

Fortunately, he didn't make it difficult for me this time, he walked past me to the other side.

I stood there, feeling at a loss.

He glanced at me sideways.

"Aren't you coming over?"

I immediately trotted over flatteringly, keeping a good distance from him.

"Thank you."

Two minutes later, when I happily opened the closet door to grab my pajamas, the next second, I slammed the closet door shut with a 'bang'.

My face turned beet red.

I couldn't believe my eyes!!!

"This is..."

I didn't finish my sentence, but I believed Adrian Wells understood.

Because he was there with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorway, quietly watching me.

His gaze silently told me, "Go on with your performance, I'll just watch you quietly without saying anything."

...

I took a deep breath and slowly opened the closet door again, the clothing style inside was so bold it was unbelievable.

The kind of scanty fabric worn by nightclub girls, barely covering anything.

No way, I can't believe after graduating...no, after getting married, my clothing style has become so flamboyant and sexy?

The annoying thing is, Adrian Wells stood there, not planning to leave at all.

I had to try my best to ignore his gaze, turned my back to him, and searched through the clothes from start to finish, unable to find a single "normal" piece of clothing.

...

I sighed internally, turned around, unsure of what I was thinking at that moment, and asked Adrian Wells.

"Hubby, which one do you... like to see me wear?"

Then, I noticeably saw Adrian Wells' eyes gradually deepening.

He gave a cold snort, turned around, and walked out.

The door was slammed shut by him, startling me.

Why did he get angry?

Sigh, they say it's hard to understand a woman's heart, but a man's is even harder to figure out.

Caring for my pajamas, I walked to the bathroom, a thought suddenly popped into my head, could our divorce be because of disharmony in marital life?

After bathing, I wrapped myself in a coat and went to Chloe's nursery.

The nursery was arranged very warmly, it's apparent Adrian Wells cares for the child a lot.

I tiptoed over, he was already in a sweet dream, holding a stuffed toy in his arms.

I gently covered him with the kicked-off blanket and took the thumb out of his mouth, carefully wiping it with a napkin.

I should say, only until after doing all this did I have the kind of maternal affection.

But I only knew his name was Chloe, I didn't even know how old he was.

I looked at our marriage certificate, the date was four years ago.

So Chloe should be around three years old.

I patted his head, then got up to leave his room. Just as I closed the door and turned around, I saw the man standing before me.

The distance between us was such that if I slightly raised my head, I could touch his chin.

My back was pressed tightly against the door, yet Adrian Wells seemed oblivious to it, with no intention of stepping back and giving me space.

My heart was beating rapidly, exaggerated enough that I felt it would jump into my throat the next moment.

"Are you done with your work?"

"Hmm."

The atmosphere felt a bit awkward, I suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Um...are you ready for bed then?"

Adrian Wells made no response, nor did he make any move.

I pulled my coat around me tightly, doing my best to prevent him from seeing the overly revealing nightgown I had on underneath.

"Then I'll go rest first."

After saying that, I sidestepped and escaped to the master bedroom as if fleeing for my life.

Without saying another word, I lifted the quilt and lay down, lying properly.

Soon enough, the master bedroom door opened, and Adrian Wells came in.

Seeing me lying on the bed, he paused briefly, his steps stopping, just looking at me.

His gaze left me a bit uneasy.

"Hubby, which side do you usually sleep on?"

He ignored me.

How come it feels like after a few years apart, Adrian Wells' temperament has become quite strange?

Always liking to silently and coldly watch me like this, I tugged my mouth, lifted the quilt, and stood by the bedside.

"You choose first."

Petty Adrian Wells!

I cursed him inwardly, knowing he surely didn't hear it.

But this time he did move.

He walked to the other side, lay on the bed, and ignored me, slamming the bedside lamp shut with a snap.

Me: ...

In utter darkness, fortunately, I don't have night blindness, or I would really hit something!

Feeling my way through the darkness, I lay back into the blanket, the person's breathing beside me was calm.

Everything around was peaceful, yet I couldn't fall asleep at all.

Even my mind felt like a chaotic mess, unable to think of anything.

Already in an irritated mood, my coat's discomfort on my arm made it worse, causing even more discomfort on my slightly sore arm.

I moved slightly, and the person beside me showed no reaction, so I sat up a bit to take off my coat.

Successfully took off the coat, rubbed my slightly sore arm, completely unaware that Adrian Wells, who had initially closed his eyes, suddenly opened them, then turned over, pressing me under his body.

He leaned down, looking at me, my breathing became a bit erratic due to nervousness, in the dark I couldn't see him clearly.

But I could feel, he was very close, so close that our breaths intertwined silently.

"Senior, are you still awake?"

"What exactly do you want?"

"What?"

"You were the one who wanted to get married, and now you're the one scheming for a divorce. And now you're here in bed with me, trying to seduce me. Olivia, I don't have time for your games. What do you want? Just say it directly."

"Seduce?"

I stared at him, suddenly feeling a chill in my chest.

I looked down and realized how revealing the nightgown I was wearing at the moment was.

No wonder Adrian thought I was trying to seduce him.

"I... I didn't mean it that way, sorry."

As I spoke, I reached out to pick up the jacket I had tossed on the floor.

But Adrian clearly didn't want to continue sharing the bed with me.

He got up and left the bedroom, leaving behind a final remark.

"Olivia, no matter what you're thinking right now, I have no interest in you anymore. I hope you understand that. Whether you're pretending to have amnesia or trying to seduce me, none of it matters to me anymore."

"I'll sleep in the guest room tonight. Do as you wish."

Adrian left.

In the vast space, I was left alone, with nothing but sadness.

5

I was unable to sleep, just staring into the darkness until dawn.

After seven, I heard Adrian's voice outside along with a woman's who kept saying "okay, okay."

I guessed it must be the maid.

After a while, the front door closed, and the sound of a car engine indicated Adrian had gone to work.

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind was a mess as I started to ponder.

I've never been a cheerful person, otherwise, I wouldn't have secretly admired Adrian for so many years.

But now, when my secret admiration not only succeeded but I became his wife, though shocked,

I felt an unmistakable joy.

I thought this was heaven giving me a chance, but didn't realize the game I played with this marriage turned into a complete mess.

Indeed, low emotional intelligence is a fatal flaw.

Lost in thought, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

A woman in a maid's outfit walked in, and upon seeing me, hurriedly apologized.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here."

"It's alright, I was just about to get up."

I gave her a small smile, and she let out a relieved sigh as she walked in.

"Sir has gone to work. I thought no one was in this room; didn't you usually sleep in your own room?"

My own room?

I suddenly recalled that when I went to grab clothes yesterday, there seemed to be a bed in that room.

So, I had always been sleeping in another room.

Which means, were we living separately?

Thinking about it this way, Adrian's series of strange behavior yesterday made sense.

Embarrassing.

I buried my face in my hands, contemplating several moments of regret.

Chloe probably heard our conversation, so she ran barefoot to the bedroom door, looking eagerly at me but hesitant to come in.

"Chloe, come to mommy."

I spoke gently to him, reaching out my arms.

The little guy was thrilled by my words and dashed towards me.

He tackled me onto the bed, showing his little tiger teeth, and smiled with joy.

"Mommy."

He didn't forget to nuzzle against my chest.

The sound of his call made my heart melt.

He's truly my adorable baby boy.

No matter how much Adrian dislikes me, my son is a piece of me; I must cherish Chloe.

I greeted the maid and took Chloe out, spending time in our exclusive world together.

I took Chloe shopping, bought him many beautiful clothes, and got myself a few regular outfits.

After all, my style post-marriage was truly hard to accept.

I held Chloe as he happily enjoyed ice cream in my arms, cream covering his mouth.

I gently wiped it away.

"Chloe, what was mommy like before?"

Chloe looked at me, pouting, and then spoke a bit sadly.

"Didn't like Chloe."

Then he added.

"Very fierce."

Kids don't lie, but his words made my heart ache.

Turns out, my change was so drastic, even I don't recognize myself.

So, why did Adrian choose to marry me?

Could it be love?

Then his taste is quite heavy.

"Mommy, I want that!"

Sitting on my lap, Chloe suddenly reached out his chubby hands, pointing to the latest family meal on the McDonald's poster.

Indeed, kids couldn't escape the allure of delicious food.

I said, "Let's buy it!"

An hour later, Chloe and I sat with our heads hung low on the sofa in Adrian's office, like two children who'd done something wrong.

And the cause was the enticing family meal on the coffee table in front of us.

6

The cause was Chloe's filial piety. He thought while we're out shopping, his dad was working hard alone, so he wanted to share his "delicacy" with dad.

Adrian's workplace was nearby the mall, and I couldn't refuse the little guy's request, so the two of us headed to Adrian's office eagerly.

But in Adrian's eyes, Chloe's "delicacy" was "junk food."

Thus began the ensuing interrogation.

"Why buy such junk food for Chloe?"

I was baffled, but couldn't attribute it to Chloe, so I decided to take full responsibility.

"I'm sorry, it was me who wanted to eat, not intended for Chloe."

"So you think if kids can't eat it, you can?"

Adrian furrowed his brows so tightly I thought I could slip a playing card in between and it would stay.

"Fried food significantly increases fat content, burdening gastrointestinal digestion, causing fat accumulation leading to obesity.

On top of that, the salt added contains a lot of sodium, excessive intake may trigger cardiovascular diseases and renal damage, while the leavening agent contains abundant aluminum affecting cognitive development, leading to dementia."

Adrian spoke swiftly, I barely understood a word.

"So?"

"It harms the body more than it benefits."

He sighed slightly, seemingly a bit helpless.

Only then did I realize he was expressing concern for my health in a roundabout way.

He's really restrained.

Seeing I had nothing to counter Adrian's reprimand with, Chloe wasn't happy, clenched his tiny fists, and ran to Adrian, hitting his leg.

"I wanted to eat it, asked mommy to buy it for me. Daddy is mean! Hate it!"

After speaking, Adrian laughed and then bent down to pick up Chloe.

His lips curled as his eyes revealed a kind of affection and tenderness I had never noticed before.

His dimples on both cheeks were particularly attractive.

This was the first time I saw him smile so genuinely.

He gently tapped Chloe on the forehead.

"Got won over by a McDonald's meal, little greedy mouth."

Then he turned his head and looked at me, picking up the McDonald's from the table.

I thought he was going to throw it away.

"I'll be off work in a little while, you can wait for me in the lounge inside, and we'll leave together."

As he spoke, he placed the McDonald's on the lounge table.

He placed Chloe in my arms.

Before leaving, he looked at me once more.

"Don't eat too much, and this won't happen again!"

Was this... permission?

I immediately breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled at him.

"Thank you, senior."

Upon hearing this, Adrian Wells looked into my eyes, his gaze deepening, and he gave a faint acknowledgment, somewhat avoiding my gaze.

Chloe was happily eating in the lounge when I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

A familiar voice appeared in Adrian Wells' office shortly after.

"Are you free? I've felt a bit of chest tightness these past few days, can you check my pulse?"

Peeking through the door crack, it was, as expected, senior Natalie Evans.

Back then, Natalie Evans and Adrian Wells were considered a perfect couple in everyone's eyes.

Not only were they good looking, but their intelligence was also top-notch.

At that time, Natalie pursued Adrian both overtly and covertly for quite a while.

But Adrian never agreed, and they never ended up together.

Later, unable to bear it, Natalie started dating another guy to provoke Adrian.

However, she hadn't considered that Adrian never really cared about it.

Are they colleagues now?

Adrian coldly said, "Lack of sleep causes it, just make sure to rest more."

"As doctors, it's not like we can arrange our rest time ourselves. With the year-end coming up, there's a lot of work in the department, and we're short staffed. Even using 24 hours in a day feels insufficient."

Seeing Adrian not respond, Natalie felt a bit bored, so she lightly coughed and changed the topic.

"By the way, I heard you're divorcing Olivia Grant? What's going on with you two?"

Typical gossip.

While Natalie appeared concerned, her tone suggested a touch of schadenfreude.

A sarcastic gift for her!

Adrian raised his eyebrow and glanced at her.

"I didn't know you were interested in this kind of gossip."

"Well, when you suddenly announced your marriage, it took everyone by surprise. Plus, we hadn't noticed anyone like Olivia Grant around you."

Natalie's hand on her lap slightly tightened, and her nails turned a bit pale.

"Yet, from an outsider's perspective, you two aren't really compatible. Someone as outstanding as you, she's hardly your equal, and you know, I've never gotten over you..."

Before Natalie could finish, Adrian suddenly interrupted her.

"Natalie, this is a family matter, no need for you to worry."

"And, between us, there's only a colleague relationship, nothing more. I hope you understand the boundaries."

Natalie's face turned instantly red with his words.

"Alright, I get it."

Natalie left, and the office fell silent.

Chloe was enjoying his food, gripping two small drumsticks tightly, chewing noisily with his mouth covered in oil.

Seeing me staring blankly at him, he unhesitatingly offered me a half-eaten drumstick.

"Mommy, have a drumstick!"

The little guy's eyes were wide, but I wasn't in the mood at all.

"Chloe, eat by yourself."

Natalie's words echoed in my ear, saying I wasn't worthy of Adrian. In truth, it wasn't wrong; Adrian became an attending physician at a young age.

Looking back at myself, I seemed to have no proper job, not to mention those sensually appealing clothes in the wardrobe.

I suddenly had a thought, could it be that I'm a sensual dancer?

But my dancing skills aren't that great at all?

I started feeling unsure, but I began to speculate.

If I really were a sensual dancer, then what Adrian told me about "having dinner with another man" might not be baseless.

Adrian, being a traditional doctor, and his wife a passionate sensual dancer—it would be no wonder the marriage wouldn't get his mother's support, and no surprise we'd end up on the brink of divorce.

So, what should I do now, continue pretending not to know? Or...

"Olivia Grant!"

Adrian's voice broke my thoughts, and I came to realize he had changed into his familiar casual clothes, emanating an unexplained sense of warmth.

I finally snapped out of it and looked at the clock on the wall.

"Are you off work now?"

"It's now 5:15 PM Beijing time, to be exact, I've been off work for fifteen minutes."

Adrian then spoke.

"Which means, you've been staring into space for fifteen minutes."

I blinked dumbly a few times, the first thought in my mind being, so even top students clock off on time?

Suddenly, I realized we did have some things in common after all.

7

On the way back, we took Adrian's car.

Chloe had his special child seat.

I hesitated for a long time, thinking about the scene in the office, and decided to sit at the back.

Just as I grabbed the door handle, I heard Adrian's leisurely voice from the front.

"Am I your chauffeur?"

I had no choice but to let go quietly, then found an excuse.

"No, I just wanted to see the view from the back seat."

Adrian glanced at me with an expression as if looking at an idiot.

Not long after the car started, Chloe fell asleep.

Adrian and I remained silent throughout the ride, the awkward atmosphere flowing between us.

"Senior, why did you marry me back then?"

I couldn't resist the curiosity inside me and asked after a long time.

Though he was so outstanding then and had better options, he still chose me, which I couldn't understand.

"Does it have any meaning to talk about it now?"

He focused on looking ahead, as if the topic was as light as deciding what to eat today.

Yeah, it doesn't matter anymore since we're about to divorce.

We had just come home when Adrian went into the study, and we didn't see each other again all evening.

I figured he probably didn't want to have too much interaction with me either.

I bathed Chloe, then coaxed him to sleep. As soon as I closed the nursery door, I saw Adrian come out of the study and approach me.

"Is Chloe asleep?"

"Yeah."

I nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Well, you've been busy all day, get some rest. I'm going to bed first."

With that, I headed towards the guest room, but as I passed by him, he suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"Where are you going?"

I blinked and spoke dumbly.

"The guest room."

Adrian frowned slightly, his expression darkening a bit.

"Mrs. Wells plans to be separated from me? You should remember, we haven't divorced yet."

"No, it's just that Auntie told me before, we..."

"Do you believe everything others say? Don't you have your own judgment?"

His question left me speechless.

Isn't it just that I have no judgment?