Chapter 12 

Tyler was called away by an emergency at the hospital, leaving me alone at home. I slept deeply. 

When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next afternoon. 

Starving, I called for food delivery. 

Half an hour later, the delivery guy called, sounding confused. 

“Um, there’s someone at your door. He… he took your food.” 

I shuffled to the door in my slippers and opened it. 

Jackson Gray stood outside, his eyes red–rimmed, unshaven, holding my delivery bag. 

When I opened the door, he walked in without saying a word. 

The delivery guy asked if I wanted him to call the police. 

I shook my head. 

“No need. He’s a friend.” 

Now that I knew the whole story, I wasn’t as repulsed by Jackson as before. He didn’t seem crazy anymore. 

Still, I deliberately left the door wide open. 

Jackson looked around and spoke in a dry, hoarse voice. 

“You’re living with Tyler?” 

I took the food bag from his hand and opened it, taking out the containers one by one. 

“Mr. Gray, our transaction is complete. What else do you want?” 

“Sweetheart.” 

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Chapter 12 

Jackson called to me, his eyes dim, his expression bitter. 

“Who am I?” 

“Mr. Gray, the CEO of Gray Enterprises.” 

Jackson’s eyes darkened further, tears visibly welling up. 

I tried again: 

“New York’s most eligible bachelor?” 

“America’s hottest CEO?” 

Jackson smiled self–mockingly. 

“You really have forgotten me.” 

After a pause, he choked out: 

“I had someone look into your situation in the past few years last night.” 

“You lost your memory.” 

“Victoria, I’d rather you hated me than forgot me.” 

Jackson suddenly strode over and grabbed my arm forcefully, raising his voice: 

“How could you forget me?!” 

“Hey, hey–let go!” 

I pointed my pork at his eyes. 

“If you try anything, I’ll stab you.” 

Jackson obediently released me, looking at me with heart–wrenching pain. 

“You’re completely different from before.” 

“Of course, I’m not that Victoria Hawthorne.” 

Afraid he might be recording, I answered flawlessly while opening my food container and starting to eat my noodles. 

Jackson watched me for a while, then pulled out a chair and sat across from me. 

He quietly observed me eating, not saying another word. 

As he watched, he suddenly smiled tenderly. 

You chew on the left side.” 

“After a few bites of noodles, you always take a big gulp of water.” 

Cough, cough, cough! 

I quickly put down my water glass 

“You are Victoria Hawthorne. Your habits haven’t changed at all. How can you just forget me?” 

Jackson’s eyes were red. 

I handed him a napkin and consoled him: 

“The dead can’t come back to life, Mr. Gray. Accept your loss.” 

Jackson didn’t take the napkin but instead grabbed my hand. 

“Victoria, I spoke with doctors. With enough stimulation, you might recover your memories.” 

“Let’s go to France together, okay? We can fall in love again, start over-” 

‘You’re insane! Mr. Gray, if you keep this up, I’m calling the police again. Talk if you want to talk, but keep your hands to yourself.” 

I slapped Jackson’s hand away forcefully and asked him to leave. 

Jackson refused to give up. 

He said I had loved him desperately before. 

No matter how badly he treated me, I wouldn’t leave. 

Chapter 12 

The name Jackson Gray was carved into my bones, flowing in my blood, impossible to remove from my life. 

That’s what I had told him. 

I had been obsessive, passionate, burning myself like fireworks, loving him with all my strength. 

He couldn’t believe I could forget all of this. 

I shoved the plastic bag back into his hand. 

“Mr. Gray, please take out the trash when you leave. Thanks.” 

Then I slammed the door without mercy. 

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