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Emily’s voice rose, tinged with anger. “It doesn’t matter what happened before. Now I’m done with him. I don’t like him anymore.”
Jacob smirked, unconvinced. “I still think it’s temporary. You’ll go back to him as soon as your anger fades and he asks you to come back.”
“Oh my God, seriously?” She pulled out her phone, holding it up in front of him. “You said I wouldn’t dare disobey him or do anything to make him upset? Watch this.”
She scrolled through her contacts, found his number, and blocked it. “I blocked him. Wait—why do I even need his number anymore?” She deleted the contact entirely. “Blocked. Deleted. I don’t even remember his number now. Is that clear? I don’t want him anymore. Do you believe me now?”
Jacob, who had been standing smugly moments before, straightened and stared at her in disbelief. “You really blocked him? Show me.”
She handed him her phone. He checked, saw the blocked status, then looked up and gave her a thumbs-up with a shocked grin on his face.
She smiled in victory and took back her phone from him.
But as she stared down at the screen and set the phone aside, a darker thought crept into her mind. How could someone like Jacob—just her best friend’s brother, hardly close to her—see in their very first meeting that she’d lost her memory? Yet Lucas, her boyfriend, the man she’d shared every night with for five years, never even noticed?
The thought stabbed deeper than she expected.
As far as she could remember, she had always been loyal to the person she liked. She was picky by nature and had never had a boyfriend before Lucas.
And then, she had blindly given him everything she had: her pride, her talent, her love, her submission, even her dignity.
Yet after five long years, was she the fool? Obsessing over a man who only saw her as a crazy stalker—someone he believed would never leave, no matter what he did.
***
An hour later, the calm at Nox Industries headquarters shattered with sudden commotion. A furious man stormed through the sleek office, his footsteps heavy and rapid as he marched straight toward Emily’s glass-walled office.
She looked up just in time to see Lucas stride inside, his jaw clenched tight, eyes sharp and burning with urgency.
Spying Jacob standing nearby, chatting calmly with some employees, Lucas crossed the room in a flash. His grip tightened on Jacob’s shoulder and collar, muscles taut, as his voice snapped with raw anger, “Where is Emily?”
Jacob didn’t flinch. He squared his shoulders and met Lucas’s glare head-on, showing no trace of fear or intimidation.
The receptionist hurried after Lucas, her breaths quick and shallow, cheeks flushed with panic. “Sorry, Mr. Nox… this man just came right in. I tried to stop him, but he pushed past me.”
Hearing the commotion, Emily shot up from her chair, her heart pounding so hard she feared it might burst through her ribs. Lucas’s eyes locked onto hers like a predator zeroing in on its prey. He released Jacob’s collar with a sharp jerk and stormed toward her, yanking open the office door as if it were nothing.
He stopped inches from her, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His gaze was fierce, burning into hers. The anger from moments ago simmered beneath the surface, but his voice cut through the silence, sharp and demanding. “Why did you block me?” he growled. “Unblock me. Right now.”
Emily’s body recoiled slightly as she took a hesitant step back. “Why does it even matter? You don’t need to worry about it. I don’t want your number on my phone.”
Lucas’ gaze swept over her before shifting around the room. His eyes landed on her office desk, and then halted when he spotted her phone.
Without a word, he strode forward and snatched it off the table with a harsh snap of his fingers and shoved it into her hand. His jaw clenched so tightly it looked like his teeth might grind to dust. “Unblock me right now! Don’t test my patience.”
She turned her face away, eyes squeezed shut as if trying to shut out the confrontation. “I already deleted your number.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Type it again,” he demanded, voice low and controlled but laced with steel. “You remember my number better than you remember the police emergency contact.”
Her fingers hovered nervously over the screen, but they wouldn’t move. “I don’t remember,” she said quickly. “I have no idea what your number is. I can’t save it anymore.”
Lucas’s nostrils flared, his breath quickening as frustration welled up inside him. “Don’t make excuses,” he snapped. “I know you know my number. You’ve repeated it a million times over these five years. You remember my number better than anything.”
Her fingers twitched, caught in a frozen hesitation. She met his burning gaze and, with a sudden stubbornness, slammed the phone back on the table. “I told you—I don’t remember your number!”
Lucas’s body stiffened. His eyes widened for a fleeting second before narrowing with a sharp pang of disbelief.
Emily had always remembered every little thing about him, his number, his favorite things, his needs.
