Lying that You Love Me

A red sports car was speeding along the mountain road.

Bree Wells gripped the steering wheel.

Tears blurred her vision, and she wiped them away. The ring on her hand scratched her cheek, but it was not as painful as the wounds in her heart.

As the woman thought of what she had just seen in the garden, she shuddered all over.

Bree trusted and relied on her elder sister since they were kids. But the latter actually threw herself into Bree's fiancé's arms.

And it was the day before Bree's engagement ceremony!

In the sunlight, the perfectly cut diamond on the wedding ring shone brightly.

The ring was designed and made by Bree with all her joy and excitement, and it was her most satisfying work.

At this moment, the dazzling diamond seemed to be mocking her failure.

Bree plucked the ring but hesitated before throwing it out of the car window. The ring's edge pierced her palm as she clenched her fingers into a fist, but she was unaware of the ache.

Beep! Beep!

The shrill sound of a honk woke Bree up from her grief.

When she saw the oncoming truck, Bree's mind went blank for a moment, and she subconsciously slammed on the brakes.

The sensation of missing her step made Bree's pupils shrink, and she instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

As she was about to collide with the truck, Bree gritted her teeth and spun the steering wheel at full tilt.

Bang!

Along with the violent crash, the sports car ran through the guardrail and plunged straight into the sea.

"Bree!"

Amidst the pain, she heard her sister and Clive Spencer shouting at the top of their lungs. In the next second, the icy water submerged her limbs and seeped through her nose and mouth.

The dark, still sea was like a monster's mouth, and it seemed that no matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape being swallowed by it.

Bree thought inwardly, "It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

Every single cell of her body was crying out in pain.

....

On the vast sea, a yacht was tossing around leisurely.

Quentin Lloyd appeared on the deck with two glasses of red wine and handed one of them to Leo Lewis, who was standing in the breeze.

"You didn't hold back on your return. Hervey will get informed soon enough. Have you decided to take action this time?"

"Hervey has dominated the Corbyn Group for so many years, and it's time to take it back." Leo took a sip of wine and looked out to the sea with a deep and quiet look in his eyes.

"What do you want to do?" Quentin had a keen interest in the topic.

"I'm going to the US tomorrow to move the Abyss Group's headquarters to S City. After that, I will prevent myself from appearing on public occasions, so you'll be in charge of everything."

"Me?" Quentin was stunned. "Aren't you going to use the Abyss Group against Hervey?"

"If Hervey gets to know that I am the founder of the Abyss Group, he will not allow me to get the Corbyn Group even if he has to destroy it."

The Corbyn Group was built upon Leo's grandfather's painstaking efforts and the Corbyn Family's bedrock. Therefore, he had to take it back all in one piece.

"How are you going to take back the Corbyn Group without using the power of the Abyss Group?"

Quentin thought of something and furrowed his brows in disapproval while staring at Leo. "The shares Auntie Merilyn left you have been diluted so many times by Hervey Lewis that there's not much left."

"And according to Auntie Merilyn's will, you can't inherit the shares she left you until you get married."

Quentin's expression changed subtly. "Leo, you won't randomly marry someone to obtain Auntie Merilyn's shares, will you?"

Leo maintained an expressionless face. Quentin then got somewhat irritated.

"What's wrong with you? Even if you do get married, Hervey will be able to hold you back. Besides, where are you going to find a suitable woman to marry in such a short period?"

Quentin knew Leo too well. Once the latter made up his mind, there was nothing anyone could do to change it, and that was why Quentin became anxious.

While Quentin was trying to convince Leo to change his mind, Leo's expression suddenly changed as he looked at the sea not far away.

Leo jumped off the deck and jumped into the sea before Quentin realized what was going on.

What was the matter?

Quentin was stunned, following Leo's direction, and immediately saw an unidentified object floating on the surface of the sea.

Was it a person?

Outside the operating room in the hospital...

"Leo, you're leaving for America tomorrow. Why don't you go home now? I'll stay here," Quentin said, looking at Leo, who was soaked to the skin.

Leo nodded at the light representing that the operation was going on, then left.

Four hours later, the door to the operating room opened, and a nurse stepped out.

"How is she?"

"She's been resurrected, but there's a bruise on her brain. We won't know the details until the patient gets awake. Are you her family? Let's get her hospitalized."

Quentin wanted to tell the nurse that he was not related to that woman. But before he could say anything, the nurse left in a hurry.

Quentin sighed and resigned himself to the fact that he had to go through the unknown woman's admission procedures.

The patient was taken to a sickroom, and nurses were dealing with the postoperative work.

"How could such a pretty girl be so badly hurt? If it weren't for Doctor Rivers's excellent skills, she'd have died."

"It must have been a car accident. She has several broken bones."

Joseph Rivers sat down to rest, feeling desperately tired. He was on night duty the day before and had undergone several surgeries this today. No matter how able-bodied his physique was, it was exhausting and overwhelming.

He ignored the nurses' discussion as he was used to seeing many patients every day.

After a short break, Joseph got up to leave. Just then, something dazzled his eyes.

Joseph paused his pace and noticed a delicate diamond ring on the floor.

It must belong to the woman.

Joseph walked over to pick the ring up.

"Doctor Rivers! Doctor Rivers! There's been a series of car accidents on the east side of town. We need you in the emergency room!" A nurse came in hastily.

"Let's go!"

...

Bertha Wells stood at the accident spot, her face pale. The long braking tracks on the ground and the twisted and broken guardrail made her distressed.

She desperately wanted to jump into the sea to look for Bree.

But she was aware that she should not increase the chaos.

Time was everything, and she could not let the searchers waste it on herself.

Countless people searched the sea, but they could not find Bree.

"We found something!"

Bertha cheered up for a second when she nervously and expectantly looked at Clive, who was walking over to her.

"How's Bree? How's she? How badly is she hurt?"

After the accident, Clive was the first to jump into the sea to look for Bree. Seven to eight hours of searching had left him exhausted.

"Bertha, calm down and listen to me." He struggled to speak, trying to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth when he looked into Bertha's hopeful eyes.

"What's wrong?" Bertha's expression changed. She tried to smile, but tears fell uncontrollably.

"She's hurt, isn't she? Is it bad? That's okay! That's okay! As long as she's alive, she will be healed! It's okay!"

She wiped her tears away hastily, and with slim hope, she stared at Clive, fearing to hear an answer she could not bear. "Say something! At least, say something!"

Clive wiped his face and said with bloodshot eyes, "Only the car was found. She was not inside."

Bertha staggered back as if she had been stricken by lightning, and her face was frighteningly pale.

Clive grabbed Bertha's wrist and kept comforting her, "Cheer up! We'll find Bree, and she will be fine. Don't worry too much."

Clive's reassuring words continued, but both of them were acutely aware that the hope was slim.

Even if they did find Bree in the end, it would be too long for Bree to stay alive.

The persistent ringing of the cell phone was particularly harsh in the quiet bedroom.

Quentin irritably lifted the covers off himself and reached out to take the phone from the nightstand with a gloomy expression on his face.

Meanwhile, he thought inwardly, "It better be something urgent. Otherwise..."

"Mr. Lloyd, the woman you took to the hospital earlier today has woken up. However, the examination shows that she might have lost her memories. So, please come to the hospital as soon as possible."

"I see."

After hanging up, Quentin tossed the phone away and lay back down under the covers.

Why should he care whether she lost her memories or not? He did not know...

"Wait for a second, she lost her memories?"

Quentin sat up abruptly, and his expression frequently changed while he was lost in thoughts.

...

One month later.

Bree got discharged from the hospital on this day. Aside from the loss of her memories, her body almost healed.

Eventually, she extricated herself from the disinfectant smell in the hospital and felt refreshed.

Even when Quentin called to say that he was busy and could not pick her up, it did not damage her great mood in the least.

Bree hailed a cab to the address Quentin told her and opened the door to the house with the key Quentin gave her. Then, she looked around the place and found her room.

It was spacious, well-lit, simple, and equipped with everything she needed.

Because of her injuries, Bree had only been able to use a sponge and warm water to clean herself up for over a month, and she felt itchy and uncomfortable all over.

Therefore Bree decided to take a nice bath in the clean and tidy bathroom and put in a full bathtub of hot water.

The warmth of the water wrapped around her body and the faint scent of fragrance filled her nose. Involuntarily, she let out a sigh of enjoyment and relief.

But not long after, Bree vaguely heard the sound of the door opening outside the bathroom.

Someone entered?

Who was it?

When Bree came to her senses, the bedroom door had been opened, and the footsteps were approaching.

Bree broke out in a cold sweat and hastily pulled a towel to enwrap her body.

There was nothing in the bathroom that she could take to defend herself.

Calmly, Bree grabbed the largest bottle of personal hygiene products she could find and ducked by the door, holding it aloft as she waited with bated breath.

The sound of footsteps stopped at the bathroom door, and someone turned the handle slowly.

Bree's heart jumped into her throat, her face became pale, and she clutched the bottle in her hand tightly.

Crack!

The bathroom door was opened. With eyes closed, Bree slammed down the bottle in her hand.

Bang!

She did it!

Before Bree had time to rejoice, her wrist was restrained by a mighty hand, and she was then pressed against the cold wall.

"Help! Help..."

With her arms pinned to her back, Bree struggled, fear seizing her like tidal waves.

"Shut up!"

Leo furrowed his brows and stared at the struggling woman with a gloomy expression on his face.

But Bree ignored his instruction.

"Help! Someone help me!"

While struggling to break herself from the man's grip, Bree waved the other hand like crazy.

Leo got scratched by the woman several times. Then, he reached out to contain the woman's restless hand.

As Bree's hands were caught and her whole body was pressed against the wall, the only thing she could move was her legs. But Leo was prepared, and his long legs pressed down on hers swiftly and easily.

Bree was horrified by the man's movements, wondering if he was going to rape her.

"Get off me! Stop it! My husband will be back soon. He won't let you go!" Bree's face went pale with fear.

"Your husband?" Leo frowned.

"Yeah! My husband is Leo Lewis. He's awesome, and if you don't want to die, leave right now!"

"Your husband is Leo Lewis?" Leo furrowed his brows more tightly. How come he did not know that he was married?