Chapter 3

Selena didn't think anything was wrong with Elijah's question. "My 20th birthday," she answered honestly. Elijah slowly curled his hands into fists. That bastard, Jordan, hadn't saved her yet when she was 20 years old. If he hadn't saved her, she wouldn't have become so adamant about being with him regardless of the consequences. His fingers trembled slightly, though his face was still a mask of calm as he said, "Okay. I agree with your terms." Selena almost couldn't believe how easy it had been to convince him. However, before she regained her composure, Elijah continued, "But I have my own conditions too. You have to cooperate with me when I need you to. "For example, I still need you to attend certain public and business events with me. You need to play the role of my wife while we're out and about, and you're not allowed to have any inappropriate interactions with the opposite sex." Selena didn't hesitate for even a second before she nodded. "No problem. Can you give me a brief overview of our and our kids' situation?" Just as Elijah was about to speak, he suddenly recalled something and subconsciously clenched his fists. It wasn't the right time to tell her yet. "Sure," he said. "But I have a very important meeting to attend now, and I might even need to travel abroad for work in the next few days. "I'll have my assistant compile a document for you regarding what the children have been up to. I need to return to the company for now," he added nonchalantly. Although Selena was a little displeased, she didn't say a word after taking in his weary appearance. She nodded before heading back to Louisa's ward to sneak a glance at her. Louisa was sleeping quietly, which made her look incredibly obedient. She looked a little like Selena when she was still a child, but her eyes were just like Elijah's. Being related by blood was such a curious thing. Even though Louisa was, by all intents and purposes, a total stranger to Selena, she couldn't help but feel close to her. She stayed outside the ward, watching over Louisa for a while before deciding to go home. Since Louisa wasn't willing to communicate with her at that moment, she would just have to figure out what was going on using other methods. Perhaps her memory would even return when she was in a familiar environment, like her home. Selena asked Cynthia to arrange for the driver to send her home. 30 minutes later, the car slowed to a stop in front of a magnificent manor. After confirming with the driver that they were in the right place, Selena stared at the manor with wide eyes and a slackened jaw. Although she had grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth, her family had never been wealthy enough to afford such a luxurious manor. In fact, the size of the manor seemed to be even bigger than the entire villa estate her old home had been in. Selena alighted from the car a little nervously. She was just about to enter the manor when a concerned voice called out to her from behind her. "How are you, Selena?" Confused, Selena turned her head and saw a tall and familiar-looking man approaching her. Worry was written all over his face. "I was so worried when I heard that something had happened to you. But Mr. Cole ordered my partners to keep pressuring me, so I couldn't find the time to visit you in the hospital." The man stood before her with a sincere expression. He then reached out and tried to take her hand. "Don't be angry with me, Selena, okay?" Meanwhile, Selena had no idea what he was talking about. From the tone of his voice, it seemed that they shared a friendly relationship. Perhaps they were business partners? He did look rather familiar, but he also seemed to be unaware of their boundaries. She let out an awkward laugh before taking a step back to avoid his hand. "Don't worry about it. You should do what you need to do. It's inconvenient for you to drop by the hospital anyway." Jordan was stunned by her words. He stared at her in disbelief, asking, "What did you say, Selena?" Selena did her best to present herself as a wife of the upper crust. "You're busy with work, aren't you? There's no need for you to visit me. Work is work, and life is life. I'm also the type of person who isn't very fond of empty formalities. You didn't have to go out of your way to visit me." Jordan stared unblinkingly at her, looking shocked and upset. "Why are you suddenly treating me this way, Selena? Did I do something wrong? Are you angry with me?" He tried to grab her again. "I can change if I did something that made you unhappy. Don't throw me aside, okay?" Selena couldn't keep up the act any longer. "Sir, I'm a married woman." She then gave Jordan a once-over. She looked rather disgruntled when she continued, "If you're my husband's business partner, you should know to maintain a respectable distance from me. How can you not know something as simple as this when you're a businessman? "Or are you trying to seduce me? Let me tell you now that it's not going to work with your looks." Jordan's expression darkened. As he scrutinized Selena, a preposterous idea floated to the forefront of his thoughts. Could it be that Selena didn't know who he was? "Selena. It's me, Jordan Shaw," he said, testing out the waters. "Do you remember me?" "Jordan Shaw?" The name did sound familiar to Selena. The gears in her brain whirred rapidly as she combed through her memories to try to figure out who the man was. "Oh! I remember you now!" "That's great, Selena," Jordan said, breathing out a sigh of relief. However, his happiness was short-lived. Selena's following words made him feel like she had dunked a bucket of cold water over his head. "We used to be classmates, right? I remember donating some money to you during our university days." Selena studied the expensive-looking suit he wore and the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist. "I never expected you to be such a capable person. Looks like you're doing quite well for yourself. Let's keep in touch since we were classmates. I have other business to attend to, so I'm leaving now." She then turned around and prepared to enter the manor after saying her piece. Although they were acquainted with each other, she wasn't particularly close to Jordan, so it still felt a little awkward to hold a conversation with him. On top of that, he had been spouting nonsense. She also didn't like that he had no boundaries. However, Selena didn't expect Jordan to grasp her wrist. "How can you forget me?" he demanded. "What about the memories and feelings we shared for the past few years?" He stared at Selena, looking like he was on the verge of a breakdown. "Did Elijah do something to you?" The roar of a motorcycle filled her ears before Selena could snap back to her senses. A few seconds later, a modified Ducati motorcycle screeched to a stop in front of her. The young man on the motorcycle had silver hair and was balancing a cigarette between his thin lips. He didn't say a word as he grabbed the back of Jordan's collar and stuffed the cigarette into his shirt. The young man was handsome and arrogant, which Selena found extremely attractive. However, before she could get a good look at his features, he started cursing up a storm. "You stupid motherfucker. My day is ruined just looking at you."