"Miss ra from Room 16, any luck with your memory yet? You''ve been here three days now, and we really need someone from your family toe and sort out the hospital bill."


    With her head wrapped in bandages, ra gave the nurse a sheepish smile. "I''m sorry, I just can''t remember the password for my phone."


    "Do you have anyone we can contact in an emergency?"


    "I..."


    Before she could finish, the door swung open with a bang. In walked a good- looking guy, clearly irritated.


    "Seriously, how many times are you going to pull this? You went out with Quinn, and you had that car ident. If Quinn hadn''t been lucky, she''d be scarred now because of you. ra, listen up, our engagement is off. Stop trying to win me over. I wouldn''t care about you! Ever!"


    Behind him was a gentle-looking girl who tugged at his sleeve gently. "Simon, I''m really okay. My sister didn''t mean it, and my injuries have healed. Let''s not me her anymore. Luckily, the windshield didn''t cut my face, otherwise..."


    ra looked puzzled, touching the bandage on her head. She had only woken up that morning. The nurse had told her she was in a bad condition, and they couldn''t get hold of any family.


    Even with a frown, Simon definitely looked sharp, wearing a sleek suit and holding Quinn close.


    "ra, I love Quinn. We''ve been childhood friends, but I''ve never had those kinds of feelings for you. Isn''t it tiring being a doormat for five years? Quinn''s been holding back her feelings because of you. Today, I''m setting things straight. What you''re doing is cheap, and Quinn and I are already together. I''m not leaving her!" Quinn looked moved, clinging to his arm with a smug look in her eyes. "Simon..." ra lowered her eyshes, watching their closeness. Her heart felt like it shattered into a million pieces, making it hard to breathe. A wave of hurt surged, making her eyes sting, but she forced herself to speak up.


    "Sorry, I don''t recognize either of you, but I think I might have a boyfriend. Does anyone know his number? Can you call him?"


    There was a faint memory of someone like that in her mind.


    Simon''s eyes flickered with surprise and shock, then he let out a sarcastic chuckle. Was this her new trick?


    Right then, the TV on the wall was ying the financial news. It mentioned Dn, the youngest head of the Ferguson Corporation, who''d just returned to the country. Rumor had it Dn had been left with two bad legs and a scarred face from a car ident two years ago and had stayed out of the public eye since.


    Simon pointed at the TV. "That''s my uncle Dn. He''s your boyfriend. I''ll leave his number for you. Go find him."


    He took ra''s phone, easily unlocked it, and left a phone number.


    Beside him, Quinn covered her mouth. With a glint of amusement in her eyes, she whispered, "Simon, is this really okay? Two years ago, it was because of her that your uncle..."


    Simon wrapped an arm around Quinn''s waist. The disdain was clear in his eyes.


    Someone who''d been a doormat for five years wouldn''t just give up so easily; it was all about ying hard to get.


    Since ra didn''t know who her boyfriend was, she would deal with Dn herself. Didn''t she use to despise Dn the most?


    "I''ve given you the contact, ra. You better keep this act up. Or even if you beg, I won''t give you the time of day."