Lucius was stunned, staring at her for a while before answering, "I don't know."
"Ahem, you don't know?" Isabella was choked by saliva, seeing him so serious, it didn't seem like a joke.
Did he have amnesia?
She suppressed her ominous feeling and patiently coaxed, "Think about it, how did you get injured? Why were you lying at my doorstep? Where did you live before?"
Lucius looked at her blankly, rubbed his forehead in contemplation for a while, and finally realized, "Oh right, I remember now."
Isabella finally relaxed and comforted him, "Don't rush, take your time."
Lucius looked at her innocently and replied, "Before, you tripped over my head, and I woke up. But now I really can't remember why I was lying in the rain."
In other words, he blamed her for his amnesia because she tripped over his head.
Isabella widened her eyes, clenched her fists, and shouted angrily, her voice ninety degrees higher, "You liar, are you a scammer?!"
Not only did he have amnesia, but now he's also blaming her!
Indeed, one should never meddle in other people's business. She really wished she could throw him out immediately.
Seeing trouble brewing, Lucius quickly pretended to groan in pain, clutching his head. Then, he conveniently fainted.
Isabella couldn't move him and was hopping mad.
Lucius closed his eyes and calmly thought: Anyway, I'm injured, it's pouring outside, it's the middle of the night, this little girl won't kick me out. I'm right to be injured!
This really hit Isabella's weak spot.
Even if he was a scammer, she couldn’t leave someone with a serious illness and nowhere to go out in the stormy night.
So the next day, when Lucius woke up, he found that Isabella had also carefully treated the other small wounds on his body.
The girl curled up on the sofa, sleeping heavily, obviously exhausted.
Seeing the blood-stained clothes he changed out of, Lucius frowned, his gaze becoming unusually sharp.
Yesterday's injuries looked scary, but fortunately, they were just superficial wounds and not serious.
Who was trying to harm him?
Flashbacks of those thrilling scenes flashed through his mind:
The unconscious driver, the out-of-control brakes, the car rushing towards the cliff, the car exploding...
Life and death were on the line, he relied on his agile skills to jump out of the car, narrowly escaping death.
Collisions, rolling down the hillside, scratched and stabbed by sharp rocks and bushes.
Not daring to stay, he forced himself to walk, fainting in the pouring rain.
Until he met her...
Lucius shifted his gaze to Isabella's sweet sleeping face, his dark eyes shining like stars in the night sky.
His disappearance and presumed death were such big events that his family wouldn't openly search for him to avoid causing chaos, but the whole City would surely be turned upside down.
The people in the family who tried to harm him hadn't surfaced yet. If he showed up, it would definitely alert them. It would be even more difficult if the mastermind hid again, even more dangerous.
It's better to let them think he's dead. It's not only safe but also a way to lure the snakes out of their holes.
Having made up his mind, Lucius smirked, glancing at Isabella, "The more he look at this girl, the more pleasing she is. She's the best choice. He'll stay here from now on."
Suddenly, Isabella opened her eyes, catching his sneaky glance, and asked without any hint of subtlety, "Scammer, you seem quite happy, don't you?"
Lucius didn't avoid her gaze but calmly replied in front of her, "No, no, no, I-I'm just... in pain all over!"
Isabella looked astonished. She couldn't believe there was someone in this world who was shameless enough to take advantage of others and then act cute.
She walked over, arms crossed, one hand under her chin, staring at Lucius with a half-smile, half-smirk. "If you were honest with me and told me you were wandering around, sick and homeless, I might have sympathized with you and even taken you in."
Lucius, hearing this, thought these reasons were too good to pass up and hurriedly nodded. "Yeah, homeless with a terminal illness, and then you kicked me and made me lose my memory."
Isabella's eyes narrowed, she gritted her teeth, and leaned closer to him. "But you're pretending to have amnesia and scamming me to take advantage of me. No way." Then she pointed outside to the bright sunshine. "You can leave now. The weather is nice today."
Lucius didn't say anything, his pitch-black eyes silently staring at her, his expression resembling that of a wounded child.
Being looked at like that, she began to feel guilty. Why did she suddenly feel like she was some heartless, cold-blooded creature, kicking out a poor guy who was sick and homeless because of her?
His eyes seemed to say, "Are you really going to kick out a poor guy who is sick and homeless because you kicked him silly?"
Isabella pursed her lips, finding it hard to utter another eviction order.
Seeing her bowing her head in silence, Lucius felt delighted. He blinked his magnetic eyes, acted like a sick baby, and said, "I'm thirsty. I want some water." Then he pretended that his wound hurt a lot and that he couldn't move.
A strange sense of guilt arose in Isabella. It was indeed too heartless to force a severely injured patient out to fend for himself.
Lucius didn't speak anymore. Leaning against the pillow, he gently breathed, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. His unparalleled handsome face matched with a pitiful expression, making him seem like a charming and delicate patient, a charming yet vulnerable sick beauty.
Watching him, Isabella's heart raced, almost causing her nose to bleed. She felt an impulse to pounce on him.
No wonder they say looks are justice. This man was indeed a demon, bewitching people's hearts.
Isabella unconsciously brought a glass of water and lightly blew on the rim before bringing it to his lips.
Lucius was very satisfied with her performance. He couldn't help but smile, "I got injured and lost my memory because of you. You'll have to compensate me well in the future."
Isabella suddenly snapped out of her infatuation. Wait a minute, he's the one who pretended to be injured for sympathy. Why should I compensate him?
Damn it, this guy just played his pretty boy card on her, and she fell for it!
The flames of anger surged in her heart. Isabella took a deep breath, stood up, and angrily threw off his blanket, shouting, "Get out!"
The next moment, they were both dumbfounded.
He was... completely naked!
"Ah!" Isabella screamed, covering her eyes, then hurriedly covered him with the blanket, her face burning red with embarrassment. "You... you pervert!"Lucius 's voice sounded aggrieved. "You uncovered me, exposed me, and then call me a pervert. My clothes were cut off by you, my underwear is wet and bloody, so I had to take them off."Isabella, feeling both ashamed and furious, asked, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?""Why didn't you say you were uncovering me earlier?" Lucius retorted unapologetically.Isabella was completely defeated by this man. She raised her hands and nodded. "Fine, fine, I'm the perverted one here. So, for your innocence and safety, please leave, okay?"This time, the man closed his eyes and remained very quiet."Don't pretend!" Isabella walked up to him, shaking him gently. She noticed an unusual flush on his face and touched his forehead. It was burning hot. He had a fever.Isabella wrung her fingers in distress. He was burning up, and it didn't feel righ
"Cynthia is your biological sister. These past few days, she has been pleading for you every day in front of your father, hoping to bring you back. She treats you with all her heart, but how do you treat her?"Isabella saw the look of disappointment on Samuel's face, as if he regarded her as a bully who picks on the weak.Seeing Samuel's expression, Isabella felt as if her ears had suddenly gone deaf; she couldn't hear his scolding.All she could see was Samuel's face filled with anger and disappointment.Today, she truly witnessed what it meant to turn black into white and to accuse the victim.The one who betrayed first was acting all righteous and wronged, scolding her; she was framed by Cynthia, kicked out of her home, left homeless, and in the end, Cynthia was portrayed as some kind of saint.Isabella felt so angry she wanted to laugh.Seeing Isabella's pale face, Samuel felt that his tone just now might have been too harsh and softened his voice, "How are you doing now? Do you h
Isabella wondered. His injuries weren’t healed, and he had a fever—where could he have gone?He had no one to rely on, was suffering from a terminal illness, and like her, was homeless. Now, with his injuries and amnesia, his situation was truly dire.Earlier, she had driven him away out of anger. Maybe the saying ‘a sharp tongue but a soft heart’ really did apply to her.Calming down, she realized they were both in similarly difficult situations, and she felt a sense of empathy.Deep down, Isabella still felt sympathy for this man.She decided to go out and look for him, but then she heard the door open.The man stood at the doorway, dressed in casual sportswear. The sunlight from outside cast a golden glow on his tall figure. With a gentle breeze, he looked distinguished and elegant, exuding a noble aura.Isabella was momentarily dazed.Lucius slightly curled his lips into a smile and walked into the house with his long legs. “You’re back? It was stuffy inside, so I went out for a w
Lucius, unperturbed, responded, “Mm-hmm.”Isabella finally couldn't contain the overwhelming urge to punch him. She raised her small fists threateningly in front of him.Lucius, seeing the small, fair fists, blinked and coolly refused, “Arm-wrestle with me? No way, I’m still injured.”This statement reminded Isabella: was he deliberately provoking her to make her fall into a trap? If she accidentally hurt him more, he’d have an even better excuse to stick around.Catching herself just in time, Isabella grinned and continued shaking her fists, “Keep trying, you’ll remember eventually.”But she couldn't let him get away with everything. Smiling sweetly, she said, “You need a name. Since you can’t remember your past, I can’t just call you ‘hey,’ right?”After thinking for a moment, she suggested cheerfully, “I found you at the entrance of my house, so how about we call you Mucky?”Lucius’s face darkened, “Mucky?”He caught on quickly. Isabella stifled her laughter and switched tactics, “
"I didn't leak any of the family's business secrets. The massive losses of the company have nothing to do with me; it was her!" Isabella's eyes were slightly red as she defiantly stared at her father, Carlos, her fingers pointing at her stepmother, Regina.She had heard with her own ears how her stepmother colluded with an insider to embezzle ninety million from the family business. But before she could report it, her stepmother preemptively accused her, framing her for the crime. But she had no evidence, and her father didn't believe her at all.Now, she just wanted to gamble with her fate. Would her father choose to believe her, considering their father-daughter relationship all these years?But...‘Smack!’Father's slap came down hard, causing Isabella to fall to the ground. Half of her cheek immediately swelled high and red, with a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth."Get out, just get out of here! The Riveras don't have a daughter like you!" Carlos pointed angrily toward
The room was suddenly illuminated when Isabella switched on the light.The man lay on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, the glaring light shining on his face.Isabella was instantly captivated.She shouldn't be staring at this time, but this man was just too handsome.His wet hair hung over his forehead, but it didn't detract from his handsome brows and eyes, his straight nose, and smooth lips... His facial features melded together, flawless and perfect.Despite his pale complexion, it somehow accentuated his handsome face with a sickly beauty.Although his clothes were smudged with mud and stained with blood, they couldn't conceal the powerful aura emanating from him, making Isabella inexplicably feel that he exuded a noble king-like temperament.Suddenly, she noticed something sticking out of his chest pocket, and she was curious. She pulled it out and found two soggy pieces of paper.The papers were soft and damp. Isabella gently peeled them apart and carefully identified them. One t