After My Boyfriend Lost His Memory, He Became a Devoted Lover

That night, in the dead of midnight, the house was suddenly engulfed in a fiery glow. A wave of heat surged from the kitchen, filling the air.

In an instant, the sounds of passion from the master bedroom came to an abrupt halt.

Sienna realized something and panicked. “The tonic I was making for you! I forgot to turn off the stove!”

Hearing this, Henry hurriedly dressed and grabbed Sienna’s hand. “Forget the soup! We need to get out of here!”

As he rushed toward the exit, he paused for a moment outside the guest room door.

Sienna grew uneasy. “Are you going to save Sienna?”

I wasn’t asleep, not with their shameless noises echoing like a cursed melody.

Through the crack in the door, my gaze met Henry’s.

For a moment, he clenched his jaw tightly, then looked away.

He answered Sienna without hesitation, “No. Even if she dies, I can always sponsor hundreds more like her.”

With that, Henry left decisively, dragging Sienna with him.

My expression remained unreadable, but Sienna’s face betrayed her discomfort.

After all, if Henry hadn’t lost his memory, she would have been the one left behind.

I didn’t panic, nor did I need Henry’s rescue.

After they fled, a team of people suddenly rushed in, equipped with the most advanced firefighting gear. They shielded me as they guided me safely out of the burning house.

Outside, they knelt before me. “Miss, we deeply apologize for arriving late!”

These were my mother’s people—loyal and ready to risk their lives to protect me.

I got into the car, resuming my rightful identity as the heiress of one of New York’s top elite families.

I gave a simple order to my bodyguards. “Let’s go. Leave this city behind.”

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Henry had inhaled too much smoke while protecting Sienna and fell unconscious.

When he finally woke up, Sienna was at his bedside, her face lit up with joy. “Henry, you’re awake!”

But unexpectedly, Henry’s bloodshot eyes narrowed as he glared at her. “Why are you here? Is Lianna okay?”

Sienna’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Henry... You’ve regained your memory?”

He ignored her, his voice rising with urgency. “I'm asking you, is Lianna safe?!”

His fury was like a wild beast ready to explode. Sienna had never seen him like this before and was too terrified to speak.

At that moment, the TV in the hospital room flickered to life, broadcasting the news.

The reporter’s voice was cold and clear:

“Last night, a fire broke out in an apartment on Fifth Avenue. According to authorities, three individuals were in the building at the time. Only two had escaped.”

“The third person, believed to have been abandoned by the others, was tragically consumed by the flames. Due to the late hour, firefighters were unable to respond in time.”

Every word stabbed into Henry like a blade.