Secretly Mine
Chapter 119: Wake Up [Christian POV]

Chapter 119: Wake Up [Christian POV]

Before I could even open my eyes, I could hear the sound of medical equipment beeping softly beside me.

My entire body felt like a bag of bricks, heavy and stiff.

Where am I?

"He’s out of danger. I am unsure of how long recovery will be."

Who’s talking? Is that Liam?

After a few minutes, I finally had enough energy to open my eyes. I was lying on a less-than-comfortable bed in a small room with white walls. All around me was advanced medical equipment and the smell of antiseptic.

"Christian? Are you awake?" Liam walked over wearing his white doctor’s coat and scrubs.

Am I in the hospital? What happened?

"What happened? Why am I here?" I asked before Liam had a chance to speak.

"You...you don’t remember? I was hoping to ask you that. The story I was told was that you were in a car accident. Drunk driving," said Liam, lowering his voice.

"Drunk driving?" Never in my life have I been so bold as to drive drunk. This alone told me that something was off.

Liam walked over and looked me over, "Christian, how much do you remember? Don’t stress it if you can’t remember much. Memory loss after a concussion is common."

Memory loss?

"I remember that I agreed to get engaged to the Moresi daughter. They were just over my house," I said, looking over at him.

Liam momentarily froze before nodding. "I see."

"Liam, tell me. How many memories did I lose? Don’t sugar coat it, I need to know," I urged. Liam was an excellent doctor, but he always did everything by the book. Just by his body language, I could tell that he was reluctant to tell me.

"Let’s just say, you and the eldest Miss Moresi are already long engaged," he said, writing something down in his small notebook.

Sounds like I lost quite a bit...

"I’ll call Zach later to investigate. I can tell you right now that I was not drunk driving; there has to be another reason."

I did my best to remain calm, even though the news of memory loss was quite the shock to me.

"Where was I yesterday?" I asked. Something happened to me and I needed to figure out what.

"Christian, please. Listen to me as your doctor and friend. Just focus on recovery. While you don’t have any broken bones, you have fractures in a few places. Jogging your memory could be detrimental to your health."

Liam looked at me with pleading eyes. He knew my stubborn nature couldn’t simply sit still and wait.

"Liam. I understand, but I’ll go even crazier if I don’t know. Do you honestly believe I was drunk driving? Me? Of all the people you know, me?" I asked, urging him.

He finally shook his head, "No, I don’t believe that you were drunk driving. But all of that can be properly investigated in due time."

"Just tell me where I was last night. I won’t ask more." I was determined to get at least this much information.

"Christian...fine," he sighed, giving in to my request. "You were at the Moresi Auction House. Last night was the Sophia season launch event."

Sophia season launch?!

I tried to force myself to remember, but a splitting headache made me break out into a cold sweat.

"Whoa, it’s okay, just focus on the present. Don’t try to remember, it’s not good for you." Liam walked over and adjusted the medicine in my IV, helping me alleviate the splitting headache.

"How long will I be like this? I’ll get my memories back eventually, right?" This time, my voice was laced with frustration. I hated not knowing what happened to me, not remembering so many things.

I feel like I forgot something very, very important.

-

Liam’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and frowned.

"They’re here already?" he said, letting out a deep sigh.

"Who is it?" I asked. I knew that it was most likely for me.

He looked over at me, "Guess? It’s you’re wonderful fiancée. I can send them awa-"

"No, let them come. If I were at the Auction House last night, they’re somehow related to my condition. Maybe seeing them will help me remember."

I was desperate to regain my memories. It felt as if everything in my mind was covered in a hazy fog. It was right in front of me, but I couldn’t see it.

"Fine, I’ll let them come up, but I’m staying here with you. If it becomes too much, just give me a signal and I’ll have them leave," sighed Liam, sending a message back.

I nodded, agreeing to his conditions.

-

A few minutes later, the door to my room opened, and Madam Moresi walked in with both of her daughters.

Morgan ran over to my side, holding me intimately by the hand.

Were we so close?

I resisted the urge to rip my hand away from her, allowing her to do as she pleased. I was more interested in observing their expressions to see if I could find any clues about what happened yesterday.

Unfortunately, only the women of the family came. What I really wanted was to look Georgio in the eyes.

Morgan immediately began to put on a show, wiping away fake tears as she was telling me how worried she was.

Something isn’t right. Why do I feel like there’s something very important that I’m missing?

I looked around the room, trying to see if I could find anything to jog my memory. I looked past Morgan to her mother, and finally to Morgan’s sister.

I think her name was Leslie. I remember thinking she felt a little different from the rest of the family.

She seemed different from what I remembered. Her eyes were locked onto me, looking at me with genuine concern.

The only thing I could remember was her distant attitude when they came over for dinner. She was the only one who ate the food.

Why is she looking at me like that?

An uncomfortable tension spread through my chest. I averted my gaze to look back at Morgan, and the feeling disappeared.

Strange.