Chapter 2

2.

After hanging up, Lily estimated how long it would take to handle her affairs and booked a flight to Portland for two weeks later.

Just as she finished, a nurse came to take her for a follow-up examination.

She was wheeled out of her room, and as she looked up, she saw a face she knew all too well.

It was the face she had just spent ages staring at in her photo gallery.

Spencer.

The moment he saw her, his brow furrowed, and his voice was laced with annoyance.

"How did you know I was here? Are you following me to the hospital now?"

Lily hadn't expected her first encounter with Spencer after losing her memory to be like this.

And she definitely hadn't expected him to despise her so much.

It took her a moment to collect herself. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not following you. I was in a car accident on the highway, and I've been here ever since."

Spencer frowned, scanning her from head to toe. Just as he was about to say something, the door to the next room opened.

He immediately rushed over.

"Isabel, you just broke your fever. I told you to rest. What are you doing out of bed?"

Hearing the name, Lily instinctively turned her head and saw Isabel, dressed in a white gown, her long hair cascading down her back.

Their eyes met, and Isabel offered a faint, gentle smile.

"It was getting stuffy in the room, so I came out for some fresh air. Spencer, who is this?"

Spencer's gaze darkened. "A friend of my sister's. A designer from my company, Lily. We're not close."

Isabel's lips curved into a smile.

"Miss Parker, it's a pleasure to meet you. You have a bandage on your head. Were you injured?"

Lily nodded. "Yes, a car accident. A mild concussion and some memory…"

Before she could finish, the nurse called out from behind her.

"Miss Parker, it's time for your check-up."

Lily wasn't in the mood for small talk with people she didn't even remember. She muttered a quick goodbye and let the nurse wheel her away.

Left behind, Spencer watched her go, a rare flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

Usually, she'd cling to him the moment she saw him.

Today, she just left.

After a few routine tests, Lily went to the pharmacy to pick up her medication.

The weather was nice, so she stopped by the garden downstairs to sit by the fountain and soak up some sun.

She hadn't been there long when Isabel walked over.

"Miss Parker? Fancy seeing you here."

Lily hadn't expected to run into her again but made polite conversation.

Isabel quickly made herself comfortable, taking over the handles of Lily’s wheelchair with a bright smile.

"Spencer just got a call and had to step away. I'm bored, so how about we chat?"

"Since you're Sophie's friend and you've worked with Spencer for so long―I heard back in Paris that some girl had been chasing him for seven years. Do you know who it is? What does he think of her?"

Lily's body tensed for a second, but she quickly composed herself, her voice calm.

"I'm not really sure about that. But he's been hung up on you for seven years while this other person was chasing him. That says it all, doesn't it? You're the one who matters most to him. No one else even comes close."