Chapter 3

I settled down in this unfamiliar city, bought a modest house, and furnished it simply.

Then I found a relaxed part-time job at a dessert shop.

Everything seemed no different from before I met Shaun Hale.

The shop owner, Mrs. Brown, had a grandson named Sean who was a senior in college. During breaks he'd occasionally help out at the shop.

He liked watching financial gossip. The shop's little projector constantly played news about billionaires' scandals and stories from home and abroad.

The next time I saw Shaun Hale was on one of these news segments.

He'd been discharged from the hospital. Media outlets rushed to photograph his still-pale face, but he didn't spare them a single glance.

Cold, distant, unapproachable.

A reporter asked about rumors of his secret marriage, even showing a blurry photo of me from who knows where: "Mr. Hale, is this woman your wife?"

Shaun glanced at it and said without emotion: "Sorry, I have no recollection of her."

Seeing this, Sean sighed beside me: "Mr. Hale must be over thirty by now, and he's still not married?"

"You know him?"

"Yeah, he's a famous entrepreneur. Lots of people admire him."

"These rich people aren't as glamorous behind the scenes," I said lazily, propping my head up.

Sean said Mr. Hale was different.

I laughed coldly. Few people knew his cruel and ruthless side.

A mafia boss—who knows how much blood stained his hands.

Anyway, from the moment I met him, he was already a bastard who'd stop at nothing to get me.

Whenever I dared resist him, all I got was crazy retaliation.

I thought he not only had paranoia but was also a sex addict.

Thank goodness he'd lost his memory.

News about Shaun Hale had been endless these past few days.

Losing three years of memories seemed to have no impact on him. Today he'd acquire this company, tomorrow he'd negotiate with that CEO. Business was booming more than ever.

He seemed normal in media interviews too.

The host asked if he was considering marriage soon.

He said frankly he had no expectations for love and would most likely have an arranged marriage.

"But what if you meet a girl you like in the future?"

He smiled faintly: "Even if I meet someone, I probably wouldn't do anything. I respect the other person's wishes."

I fell silent in front of the screen.

Sean came out of the kitchen carrying a cocktail.

"Wow, so generous today." I raised an eyebrow.

He smiled proudly: "Of course! Celebrating getting my job offer."

"Congrats! Which company?"

"Hale Group."

I choked, coughing twice from the drink going down wrong.

"I remember... isn't Hale Group headquarters in East City?"

"They're opening a branch office. Didn't you see?"

He rewound the interview by half an hour.

At that point Shaun Hale was eloquently discussing company expansion, and the first stop for territorial expansion was right in our city.

Remembering my experience at the branch office before, I warned him: "Hale Group headquarters is great, but branch offices are usually really demanding."

"But the pay is good."

"You're still young. Why rush to make money?"

Sean glanced at me lightly, then said meaningfully: "Maybe... to have more confidence when pursuing someone I like."