Chapter 4

After the car accident, whenever Harrison was exposed to scent stimulation, it triggered severe headaches.

Instinctively, I set down the dropper and stood up to get his medication.

But he suddenly grabbed my wrist in a death grip.

The force was so strong it felt like he would crush my bones.

"Don't leave! Don't leave me!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his expression agonized.

But the way he looked at me was like looking at a complete stranger.

Who was he trying to hold onto through me?

"Harrison! What's wrong?!"

Hearing the commotion, Violet rushed in frantically.

Without a word, she shoved me hard.

I lost my balance and my lower back slammed into the hard lab bench.

A bottle of freshly extracted essential oil shattered on the floor, glass shards flying and cutting the back of my hand.

Blood immediately seeped out.

Seeing Violet appear, Harrison finally seemed like a drowning man grasping driftwood.

He pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Violet... medicine, I need my medicine! Second drawer... white bottle..."

Violet frantically pulled open the drawer.

Inside were medicine bottles of various colors and sizes.

She was nearly crying. "Harrison, which one? There are so many white bottles here!"

Of course she couldn't find it.

Harrison's medicine had always been precisely measured and prepared by me each day, placed in individual containers.

To prevent him from developing resistance to taking medication, I hid the pills inside various unflavored capsules he could accept.

The chasm of five years lay there, bloody and raw.

Violet bit her red lip and turned to glare at me with hatred.

"Are you just going to stand there?! Hurry up and bring the medicine!"

Expressionless, I stepped around the mess on the floor.

From the most hidden compartment, I took out a pill, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it over.

After taking the medicine, Harrison's breathing gradually steadied.

But Violet's eyes reddened, tears streaming down her face.

"Harrison, I'm sorry. I didn't even know where you keep your medicine..."

Harrison's heart broke for her.

He pressed her against his chest, coaxing her softly.

"Baby, don't cry. Even though you weren't by my side these five years, no one except you could enter my heart."

He glanced at me coldly, like looking at disgusting trash.

"She's just a caregiver paid to do a job. Once these few days are over, I'll make her disappear forever. I'll spend the rest of my life making up for these five years of regret. From now on, I only want you."

Blood from the back of my hand dripped onto the floor, drop by drop.

It hurt.

But compared to the pain of having a piece of my heart violently carved out, it was nothing.

I leaned against the cold wall.

Watching this couple embrace so tenderly with cold eyes.

So these five years that meant everything to me were just a regret to him.

A regret without Violet in it.

I covered my bleeding hand and silently turned to continue cleaning the shards on the lab bench.

Unexpectedly, after comforting Violet, Harrison actually returned.

Seeing my pale face and bleeding hand, there wasn't a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Only cold urging. "Can you still continue with the fragrance?

Violet hopes to use it at tomorrow's engagement party. No one knows how important this engagement is to me."

I knew.

I picked up a cloth and wiped the bloodstains from the counter bit by bit.

I didn't even look up.

"Don't worry. Since I promised you, I'll finish it."

Perhaps even if Harrison hadn't lost his memory, this would still be my final outcome.

The unloved—even their breathing is wrong.

Five stolen years would eventually have to be returned with interest.