I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 17

Sienna furrowed her brow.

What was he doing?

She instinctively snapped back, "Are you out of your—"

The insult died in her throat as the image of the hundred-and-fifty-thousand-dollar luxury bed flashed in her mind, a timely reminder to watch her words.

Flipping her attitude instantly, Sienna unleashed a fawning smile. "Mr. Vaughn, you're a busy man with a lot on your mind! How could you forget our bond? Yesterday, you promised to buy me a hundred-and-fifty-thousand-dollar bed."

"But I completely understand. I have a very forgettable face, so it's fine if you don't recognize me. As long as you remember the bed!"

However, the man in front of her remained in his crouching position, his brow knitting as he pressed his fingertips lightly against his temples.

He looked utterly lost, terrified, and dazed.

"My head is spinning. I can't remember..."

He couldn't remember where he was.

He couldn't remember why he was here.

He couldn't even remember who the person in front of him was.

The only thing he recalled was getting into a car accident...

After that, his memory blurred and completely cut off.

Just trying to think about it felt like a tangled bundle of ropes being violently shoved into his brain, strangling his thoughts and squeezing his nerves until his skull throbbed with agony.

Suddenly, fleeting, hazy images flashed in his mind.

A woman had been taking care of him. She had put medicine on his wound and gently blown on it.

Jorrod slowly lifted his head, narrowing his eyes. The face in front of him gradually merged with the one in his fragmented memory.

His thin lips parted. "Si... Sienna?"

Sienna grinned, flashing her teeth. "Oh, you remember?!"

But Jorrod just lowered his head again, gently shaking it as if he were still in pain.

Sienna's wide eyes studied his face. Seeing his current state, she was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of act was this?

To dominate the business world, you needed a brain full of schemes. She was well aware of Jorrod's reputation—cunning, ruthless, and willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goals.

She strongly suspected...

This guy was trying to wiggle out of buying her that luxury mattress!!!

He was just playing dumb!

Went back on his word.

So, were they in that kind of relationship?

Was he truly that irresponsible?

His narrow eyes squinted slightly as he absorbed the woman's sheer panic.

He found her face incredibly appealing, and he felt zero aversion to her touch.

He might have lost his memories, but his body's instinctual reactions couldn't lie.

He must be deeply in love with her.

So in love that he, a man who never stayed over at anyone else's place, had actually spent the night at her apartment and in her very bed.

And now, because of his amnesia, she was crying out endlessly like an abandoned kitten on the side of the road, breaking his heart in the process.

Her delicate features were scrunched in anxiety, her pink lips parted in sheer distress. She was so frantic she didn't even care about the messy hair sticking to her cheeks, terrified that he was about to abandon her again.

The pitiful gaze she directed at him was unmistakably the desperate look of someone terrified of losing their most precious treasure.

Her teary eyes and red-tinted nose made her look as fragile as glass.

And just like that, Jorrod's heart melted completely.