A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 3

I hurriedly got dressed as the sound of running water came from the bathroom. I picked a tracksuit to prevent accidentally showing too much skin—it was the safest choice.

Elijah came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. My face turned red again.

His hair was wet, and the water droplets trickled down his cheeks. The droplets on his chest rolled down his body and over his rippling obliques.

I stared at him until he snorted disdainfully. Then, I looked away, feeling awkward.

A warmth came from behind, and he blew on my ear. "Be good and stop kicking up a fuss now that you're back."

He sounded like he was coaxing a child. My heart skipped a beat—my body proved to me how it felt about him.

I dodged his breathing and tried to keep my voice cold. "I've lost my memories, Elijah."

"Ha." He wrapped his arms around my waist and gently caressed it with his thumbs. His voice was lazy yet annoyed as he asked, "Ariana, you realize you're annoying me, right? I told you to stop with this bullshit."

Flames of anger surged within me. I don't know where my strength came from, but I shoved him away. "I'm kicking up a fuss, huh? I was in the hospital for three days after falling from the second floor, yet you didn't visit me once!"

He looked at me calmly. "Uh-huh. So?"

I almost wanted to laugh in exasperation. No matter how despicable I'd been in the past, I'd still saved his company. That alone was enough to warrant him visiting me in the hospital to see whether I was still alive.

Yet he looked so calm and composed that it made me seem like an overly emotional manic. For the first time ever, my stomach roiled as I looked at his handsome face.

Then, I waved a hand. "Nothing. Let's divorce, Elijah."

He laughed. "You haven't given up yet, huh? I told you ages ago that we'd never divorce. Also, stop being jealous of Jocelyn. You'll never compare to her—not in this lifetime."

I wanted to puke. I scowled and snarled, "You're not deaf, are you? I told you that I've lost my memories and don't love you anymore. I want a divorce. Also, I don't remember who Jocelyn is, so this divorce isn't because of her."

Elijah's expression turned steely. He grabbed my wrist and pinned me to the wall. The pain made me wince, and my eyes reddened.

He was so close to me that his warm breath fanned over my face. Embarrassingly enough, I started blushing again.

His chest was pressed to mine, and his tall frame dominated me. I could smell the faint scent of cypress wood on him and his masculine pheromones.

Once again, my body betrayed me. I started trembling, and my legs went weak. For a second, I even wanted to press my lips to his.

Elijah chuckled again. This time, he sucked on my earlobe, making me feel like electricity was running through my body.

"Don't think you can piss me off by saying such things, Ariana. You don't remember Jocelyn, huh? Don't you realize every insult you've made about her for the past two years just tells me how much she bothers you?"

I gnashed my teeth. "Let me go, Elijah. You're a shameless fucker!"

He bit my earlobe almost as if punishing me. "Why are you wearing something like this? Where are those uniforms you've hidden? I remember you used to love putting on one that I've never seen before while I showered… Then, you'd seduce me with the things you learned from those videos you watch."

His breathing grew heavy. "It's been three days, Ari…"

My scalp tingled, and my mouth was parched. I was 26 on the outside, but my mind was still that of an 18-year-old.