After the Car Accident, I Forgot My Scumbag Boyfriend

Eric hadn't called since that day, but some unnamed people kept coming one after another.

These people didn't really care about me. They often greeted me and then talked about Eric's company, asking how much progress has been made in the cooperation with the Sky Group.

I was really annoyed by them, so I found an excuse to leave the ward.

I planned to go downstairs and bask in the sun.

The elevator door in front of me opened. I saw a familiar face.

Although time had left traces of years on this face, I still confidently called out, "Marvin Miller?"

The man in the elevator was wearing a white shirt, with a suit jacket casually held in his hand. He was tall and straight, and his metal glasses shone brightly under the elevator light, looking very handsome.

He was whispering something to the man beside him. He was stunned when he saw me, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Mila Moore?"

His voice sounded hesitant, with a hint of excitement and caution.

Meeting an old acquaintance, I naturally abandoned my original plan. I was pushed to the edge of the windowsill by him.

He asked me with concern, "What's the matter with you? Is it serious?"

I forced a smile. The days after losing my memory were a mess, and I didn't know where to start for a moment.

But I was not the kind of person who complained about my troubles. I just shook my head to indicate that it was not serious. We started to chat casually. I tried my best to talk only about our high school days.

Although so, there were still a few times when I couldn't make my statement consistent.

Fortunately, Marvin didn't ask more. After chatting for a while, he suggested taking me back to the ward.

From our conversation just now, I knew that Marvin came to visit his mother.

I quickly waved my hand and said, "Thank you, but I can go back by myself. Besides, it's just a short distance."

Seeing me pointing to the ward across the corridor, Marvin could only nod.

On my halfway, Marvin caught up with me. He seemed hesitant, but still took out his phone and said, "Can I have your number?"

After Marvin left, I looked at his phone number, and felt more confused.

Why don't I have Marvin's phone number? Have we lost touch over the years?

Marvin was the boy I had a crush on in high school. He was sunny, handsome, and gentle. He also had good grades, and our relationship was good, beyond friendship but not yet lovers.

I remembered we made a promise...

I suddenly covered my head. I forgot what Marvin and I had promised, but deep down I knew it was important.

I spent a long time calming down and didn't intend to trouble my brain that hadn't recovered yet. I grabbed the wheels of the wheelchair and stopped in front of the ward.

I just wanted to check if those people in the ward had left, but unexpectedly I heard my name.

The woman flattered that Eric and I were true love just now, saying, "Mila Moore hasn't come back yet? Does she really think she's someone?"

"Does she really think that they are true love? She can't even control her own man, it's only because Mr. Davis still cares about this relationship."

"Shh, you can't talk nonsense about this. She is going to be Mrs. Davis in the future." Another female voice pretended to dissuade.

"Mrs. Davis? Don't be funny. She specializes in climbing into other men's beds."

"Since Mr. Davis wants to cooperate with the Sky Group, he can ask her to sleep with the CEO of the Sky Group, then it will be done."

There was an exaggerated laughter in the room. My expression was cold, but my trembling body unconsciously revealed my emotions.

I didn't believe that I had done these things.

But I didn't know that not far away, Marvin didn't leave. He was watching me from a distance and turned to the person next to him, saying, "Go and find out what's wrong with Mila Moore's illness."