Chapter 184 Were We Close Before?
Over the next few days, Jason took great care of her.
He personally made three meals for her every day, chatted with her, and took walks with her around the villa.
His care was thoughtful, but Olivia never felt dependent on her fiancé.
Instead, she felt like there was an invisible wall between them.
Soon, Jason brought a woman into the house.
"Babe, this is Sophia, your assistant. She's always taken care of you before. Now that you're awake, let her help with your daily routine so you can relax more."
The moment Olivia saw Sophia, she felt a strange warmth in her heart.
This woman gave her a very familiar feeling.
It was like she had been around her a lot before.
"Miss Ross, it's so good that you're awake." Sophia smiled gently, but her eyes looked a bit complicated. "I'll take good care of you from now on."
Olivia looked at her, full of questions.
"Were we close before?" she couldn't help asking.
"Yes, we were really good friends." Sophia nodded. "You always trusted me and let me handle a lot of things. But this time you got sick and forgot a lot."
Olivia wanted to ask more, but Jason cut in. "Okay, babe, you just woke up. Don't talk too much, it'll tire you out. Let Sophia show you around first. I'll go make lunch."
Jason turned and left the room after saying that.
Now only Olivia and Sophia were left in the room.
"Sophia," Olivia hesitated, then asked anyway, "Am I really Jason's fiancée?"
Sophia froze for a second, her eyes flickering.
"Yes, Miss Olivia." Her voice sounded a bit dry. "You and Mr. Compson have always had a great relationship. This accident just made you forget."
"Then how did we get together?" Olivia pressed.
She always felt like the things Jason said were fake.
"You grew up together as childhood sweethearts." Sophia's answer was airtight. "Mr. Compson always liked you, and later he proposed. But last time you fought, you got upset and hit your head, losing your memory."
Olivia watched her, feeling like she was holding something back.
There was a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
"Is that really how it happened?" Olivia still didn't quite believe it.
"Yes, Miss Ross." Sophia nodded and looked away. "Don't overthink it. Rest well, and you'll remember bit by bit."
In the days that followed, Sophia took good care of Olivia.
She helped with her daily life, chatted with her, and told her about things from before.
But whenever it got to important parts, she'd be vague.
Olivia's doubts grew deeper.
"Miss Ross, breakfast is ready. Sir is waiting downstairs," Sophia said softly from the doorway.
Olivia put down her comb and turned to her. "Sophia, tell me again—what did Jason and I fight about before?"
Sophia dodged her eyes for a second, then quickly calmed down. "Just some small stuff, I don't remember the details. You were a bit hot-tempered then, and Mr. Compson didn't back down, so it turned into a fight."
It sounded fine, but Olivia felt something was off.
Who forgets the reason for a fight between good friends?
"Was I really bad-tempered before?" she asked, having no real sense of it herself.
"Not bad, just stubborn sometimes." Sophia smiled to ease the awkwardness. "But sir always gave in to you. You two always had a good relationship."
Olivia didn't push further, but she knew it like the back of her hand.
Sophia was lying, and so was Jason.
The more they hid things, the more she wanted the truth.
When she went downstairs, Jason was already at the table waiting.
On the table were milk, sandwiches, and a plate of strawberries.
"Babe, awake? Come eat breakfast." Jason pulled out her chair, his tone so gentle it was almost dripping.
Olivia sat down, took a bite of the sandwich, but it tasted like cardboard.
She watched Jason wash the strawberries one by one and put them on her plate. "This is your favorite kind from before. Super sweet—try one."
Olivia picked up a strawberry and popped it in her mouth. It was sweet, but she felt no joy.
"Jason," she said suddenly, "I told Sophia yesterday that I want to get my memory back."
Jason paused with the strawberry in his hand and looked up at her. "Why bring it up again all of a sudden?"
"I just feel like it's no good living in a fog like this." Olivia lowered her eyes to hide her probing look. "Even if it was a fight, it's part of our past. I don't want to forget it forever."
Jason set down the strawberry and held her hand. "Babe, the past is the past. What's the point of remembering? Forgetting the unhappy stuff is better for you. Can't we just live happily now? I'm afraid you'll remember the bad times, get upset again, or even leave me."
His voice had a touch of grievance, and his eyes were full of worry.
Olivia's heart softened a bit, but she was even more puzzled.
What was he really afraid of?
"But I feel like what I forgot isn't something bad." She said softly. "Sometimes fragments flash in my mind. I can't see them clearly, but they feel warm. Like... I had a child?"
As soon as she said it, Jason's face changed. His grip on her hand tightened. "Babe, don't overthink it. We're not married yet—where would a kid come from? You're just bored lately and imagining things."
His reaction was too strong, which only confirmed Olivia's suspicion.
She didn't say more, just quietly ate the strawberries, already having a plan.
On the surface, she'd act like she was dropping it. But secretly, she'd find the truth.
Over the next few days, Olivia acted very obediently.
But her eyes were always watching everything around her.
She noticed the villa's security was extra tight. Besides Jason and Sophia, she hardly saw anyone else.
The windows had security bars, and the door was always guarded. It didn't feel like a normal villa—it felt like a cage.
That night, Olivia lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Her mind was a mess—one moment Jason's gentle smile, the next a blurry little boy, and a man's profile she couldn't see clearly but made her feel safe.
In her daze, she seemed to hear someone calling "Mommy," soft and crying.
She jerked awake, heart pounding.
The room was pitch black, with only moonlight slipping through the curtain gap.
She sat up, gasping, sweat on her forehead.
That voice was too real—it hurt her heart.
She definitely had a child, and that child must miss her so much right now.
Thinking of it, she couldn't hold back anymore. Tears fell.