Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Head

I woke up inside a hospital room wearing a hospital gown.

A handsome guy was holding my hand. He was sitting next to the bed and his head was rested on my stomach. He was sleeping.

I tried to wake him up by shaking his hand that was holding mine. He scratched his eyes. From being sleepy, his mood changed into being worried.

"Baby, I'm so glad you're awake. Are you okay?" he asked.

I frowned, confused by what he just said.

Baby?

"Who are you? And why are you here?" I asked him.

His face was suddenly filled with confusion. His eyes widened when he realised something.

"I'm Mew. Your husband! What is wrong with you? The doctor did not tell me that amnesia is possible!"

Husband? Amnesia?

His sentence made me laugh.

"What do you mean husband? I'm married?" I pointed at myself while chuckling.

"Yes, you're married to me!" He said with conviction.

"I don't even know you. You're not even my type!" I arched a brow. Now disappointment was all over his face.

He was caught off-guard. It took him long before he recovered.

"I'm y-your husband. Don't you remember m-me? The yacht we were on yesterday was set on fire and you were trapped inside the cabin so you lost consciousness. Don't you remember?"

I frowned as I tried to think.

"I don't remember anything. I don't know you. You're not my husband. Can you please go out and leave me alone?"

I tried to remove his hand that was holding mine but he tightened his grip by using both his hands.

I maintained a serious yet confused face.

"I'm Mew. And I'm your husband. Look." He showed me the ring on his ring finger and the ring on mine. "Stop playing around. I'm calling the doctor." He stoop up and went out of the room. He almost wanted to cry.

When the door closed, I burst into laughter. I can't believe I fooled him and he was convinced by my acting! HAHAHAHA. I tricked him!

When I heard his footsteps approaching, I tried to calm myself down and put on a serious face. I wiped away the tears that came out because of laughing too hard and tried to sit properly on the bed. And to stop myself from bursting into another laughter, I bit my lips.

Mew came in first and the doctor followed.

"Good evening, Mr. Gibson. I'm Dr. Mercado," the man in his white coat greeted me.

"Good evening, Doctor."

I swear I almost want to laugh again when I glanced at Mew who looked so sad and devastated. But I stopped myself. How I wish Mew can see his face right now so he would know how hilarious his face is.

"Do you feel any pain in any part of your body? Headache? Or anything?" the doctor asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing so far, Doctor."

"Do you know why you're here? In the hospital? What's the last thing that you remember?"

Another crazy idea came inside my head.

"Dr. would you mind if we let that guy wait outside? He's claiming that he's my husband but I don't know him. I'm not comfortable with him around." I pointed at Mew who was only watching us silently. But when I said those words, he was so shocked. It was as if he couldn't believe that I actually said that.

HAHAHHA.

"See Dr. Mercado. I told you that he doesn't remember anything. Gulf would not want me outside if he remembers me." He was so frustrated. He ran his hands on his face. "I'll just wait here." He was determined not to go out.

I raised an eyebrow at the doctor. When he noticed my signal, he motioned Mew to go out.

"Mr. Fletcher, I'm afraid that you'll have to wait outside," he asked Mew kindly.

"But-"

"No buts. It's the patient's request."

Mew nodded sadly. He had no choice but to go out and leave the room. I glanced at him. I almost wanted to laugh again but I convinced myself not to.

He had that face of a man who's company was bankrupt or the face of a student who just got a grade of F.

When he finally left the room, I couldn't stop myself anymore and laughed so hard.

The doctor gave me a confused look.

No, doctor. I'm not crazy, if that's what you think. HAHAHA.

I raised my hand, signaling him to give me a minute and let me express my happiness. He immediately got what I wanted to tell him.

"I'm joking, Dr. Mercado. I don't have amnesia," I explained to him when I somehow settled down.

He was still confused.

"I was just trying to mess with my husband. HAHAHAH."

Then the doctor suddenly started giving me slow nods, finally getting my point.

"I'm so sorry, Dr. Mercado. I just thought about it on an instant," I apologized to him as I wiped the tears from the side of my eyes.

"I thought you had an amnesia. But I also thought that it was impossible because you did not even fell on your head. You just lost consciousness because of suffocation. But you honestly don't feel anything else? You're not having a hard time breathing?"

"Yes. I'm totally fine."

"Good. I'll let the nurses come here and attend to your needs so you can get discharged immediately."

"Thank you Dr. Mercado. And I'm sorry for bothering you. Can you please tell Mew to come back inside?"

"Should I let him know that you were just pretending?" Now he is also in the verge of laughing.

"Leave that to me. Thank you."

He just nodded and left. Mew rushed inside the room, his face was still sad.

He stood in front of me, almost wanting to cry. He tried to look serious.

"I swear to God, Gulf, if you're messing with me, I am gonna make sure that you get pregnant."

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. I felt butterflies in my stomach.

Joke's on you, Mew. I won't get pregnant because this is not MPREG! HAHAHA

I raised an eyebrow and remained silent. I feel like my face now is so red because of holding back my laughter.

"What's wrong? Why are you suppressing a laugh?" he frowned.

"Your threats are so scary! Fine! I was just joking about the amnesia."

I laughed so hard that my stomach started to hurt.

"You think this is funny?" Now he's angry. I was really expecting him to be. But it was scary because he was just serious and he did not even shout.

I stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry. It was just a joke." I pulled him closer to me but he resisted.

He's grumpy. But still handsome. Let's see how long he can maintain it.

I tried to act like my head was hurting.

"Ouch. My head." I touched it to look more effective and waited for his reaction.

He looked doubtful of what I did. I can see that he knew that I was only acting.

Tsk. Not effective.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again," I pouted my lips.

But he remained serious.

"Can you give me water? I feel thirsty."

He immediately went to the table containing foods and grabbed a bottled water. He tried to hand it to me but I did not accept it. The bottle kept hanging on the air.

"Ahhh," I opened my mouth, suggesting that he bring the water to my mouth himself.

He rolled his eyes before opening the bottle.

"Ahh," he said. He maintained a straight face and gave me a warning look. He brought the water bottle to my mouth.

Let's see if you will still be angry with me.

I drank from the bottle when it reached my lips. I did it slowly.

And because his body was now near me, I quicly grabbed the bulge between his thighs.

I almost chuckled when his body stiffened because of my touch. I moved my hand up and down.

It's so huge!

"Tsk tsk," he said and then moved the water away from me, which means that he also moved away.

So selfish to deny me of his blessing!

"Stop playing around. We have to talk seriously." He put down the water bottle on the table.

After that, he sat beside me on the bed.

"I was so worried because I thought I'd lost you on that yacht." Now I feel bad for doing that trick to him earlier so I composed myself and tried to be serious. "I was glad when the doctor told me that you're okay. I was really crying while we were bringing you here," he said weakly.

I remained quiet, feeling guilty.

"So don't ever joke about amnesia. I was so worried that you have totally forgotten about me. I know that your memories with me are not all good, but I don't want them to be erased. I don't want your memories of me be erased."

"I'm sorry for making you worry," I said apologetically as I bowed my head. He lifted my chin to make me face him and cupped my face.

His eyes were filled with sadness and worry. But there was stil a hint of anger in them.

"I'm sorry that you almost died. I promised you that I will protect you. But I failed."

"It's okay. At least I'm safe now. We're both safe. That is what's important."

I cupped his face too and kissed him.

"How did the fire start, anyway? How is the captain and the other crew members? Are they safe? How about you? Were you hurt?"

Anger filled his eyes again. He turned his hands into fists.

"The fire was not an accident. It was all Aron's fault," he said in gritted teeth.

Shock filled me. I couldn't believe what he just said.

"The other crew member was him. He set up the fire while Troye and I were having a drink. That is why I wasn't in the cabin when the fire started. When Troye told me that someone must have started the fire, I only had one person in mind who could do such thing. So I showed him Aron's picture. And he confirmed it."

What he just told me made me angry too. I clenched my fists.

That bitch! I almost died because of him! All because he can't move on!

"From now on, I won't leave your side. Unfortunately, he was able to escape. I don't know how. I already gave orders to my men to look for him but I haven't heard from them yet."

I nodded.

That Aron is making me so angry. Like super angry! Mew and I wasted three years just because of him! And now he is trying to do it again!

He is really crazy! I must admit that it is really hard to move on from Mew. Even the three years that I tried to forget him was not enough. But Aron is too much to the point that he is willing to kill a person just to get what he wants.

Now I'm worried about our safety. How long will he continue doing this?

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I was discharged from the hospital by night. The following day, I was bombarded by calls from Kuya Dominic because the clients are already looking for me.

Oh shit! I almost forgot about my responsibilities in Spain!

Mew did not want me to go. He wants me to just stay here in the Philippines and his people will take care of my unfinished works and contracts in Spain.

But I did not want to ruin my reputation. Modeling is one thing I am good at, so I don't want to ruin my image as someone who doesn't live up to the client's expectations. So I insisted that I go back.

And because Mew was so afraid of my security, he came with me to Spain.

Using our private plane, we arrived at Barcelona. Before we boarded the plane, Mew checked the crews one by one to make sure that Aron won't be able to trick us again.

We went straight to the building where my condo with Hughie is located.

Hughie.

He arrived here the other day. I wonder how he's doing.

I don't want to be insensitive so we will not live with him while Mew and I are here. Mew has his own condo unit in the same building. He lived there while chasing me in the past weeks.

I just want to pay Hughie a visit. He was so good to me. He was a good boyfriend. And he is a good person.

I'm a little shy to face him after that break-up scene in the airport. I remember how he assured me that he will be okay, even if he knew that it will be hard for him.

I was hesitant to open the door but I managed to do so anyway. The password was still the same. Mew was just behind me and was silently following me. On my left hand is a box of Hughie's favorite donuts. Perfect for snacks since it was already three in the afternoon.

I was confused when I found him shaving his head. He is almost done.

Why is he shaving his head? He always loved his hair. I can still remember how he took care of it and he would not leave the unit until every strand was on its place.

And why is he shaving it himself?

"A package has arrived for you. It's on the table." He pointed at a small box on top of the center table by the living room.

I wanted to talk to him first but the box intrigued me. It was painted black.

I motioned Mew to sit as I reached for the box.

Unboxing it took time because it was covered in adhesive tapes.

I almost threw the box when I saw what was inside it. My hands trembled.

It was a wax figure of my face. But with no eyes. And it had many holes, as if it was stabbed many times. It was also covered in blood.

"What is that smell?" Mew and Hughie covered their noses.

"God that stinks!"