The CEO’ s second choice novel Chapter 58

　　Sebastian

　　Everything I have tried does not work. It is like my Elena is here, but she is not. The stories I tell her of our times together don’t seem to jog her memory at all. The doctor thought it unwise to introduce our son to her so soon. He said it might be too jarring and we could lose her further than we already have. I also did not mention her parents or sister, since the former might be dead and the latter might be the one who caused it.

　　I am currently in our bedroom, sitting in our shared walk-in and staring at her clothes. They all still smell like her, even though they are clean and washed… they still had her scent on them. The ache in my heart hasn’t let up since she woke because when she looks at me all I see is emptiness there is no love in her gaze. Sighing, I kill the light and walk out into our bedroom and sit down on her side of the bed. Would I ever make love to her in this bed again? Would I ever feel her embrace, the curve of her hips against me, her hands caressing my back?

　　Would my Elena return to me?

　　My eyes fall on her bedside table, and a possibility comes to mind. Could it possibly work…? An idea forms in my head so does a smile, and I grab her precious belongings off from her bedside table and put it into a paper bag. I would get her back, one way or another.

　　Elena

　　It’s been two days and the strange man, whose name was Sebastian, has been sitting at my bedside and telling me about the life I had forgotten. My name is Elena Dumont and I am an heiress of some sort. Sebastian is my husband. I was in a terrible car crash about two weeks ago and I have been in a coma ever since. I don’t remember any of this. How is it possible? Not only that, but I can barely move my lower body and I am an invalid for all intents and purposes. All day I lay here with my thoughts, frustrated that I cannot remember anything and from all I have learned, my life was an amazing one filled with love and happiness.

　　I see the disappointment in his eyes every time he tells me something, and I do not remember it. He tries to hide it, but I can tell it shatters him every time he tells me a story and I do not share in his excitement. But I cannot help it; no matter how much I try, I just cannot remember and it frustrates me to no end.

　　The door to my room suddenly opens and Sebastian pops his head in, wearing that gorgeous smile I like, and somehow it feels familiar. “Hey, Elena,” he greets me and I return his greeting with my own smile. I could see how I fell in love with him; he was absolutely stunning and so kind to me, his patience alludes to how much he loved me. He walks in with that grin on his face and carries something in his left hand. “I brought this for you, I thought you might need some company while you recover.” He says and hands me the package. I take it from him and see that it is a paper bag. Frowning, I remove its contents, and my eyes grew.

　　“First edition of Jane Eyre!” I say with excitement, then I blanch. Why was I excited about this? I look up at him and see the smile forming on his face. “I knew it,” he says and sits down on the chair next to my bed. “I knew you would remember your favourite book, even if you forgot everything else. Literature used to be your sanctuary.”

　　The corners of my mouth pull down in a grimace. I was close to tears yet again, and I looked down to hide my shame with my hands. He was still trying to get me to remember, even if I was disappointing him every time he tried. Suddenly I feel Sebastian’s hand on my chin, tilting my face upwards and he shakes his head. “You are beautiful, Elena. Do not hide from me. I want to drink you in, every little expression on your face I wish to remember.”