I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 323

It was already past eleven at night. Even the most bustling parts of the city had gradually surrendered to the silence.

The lights outside the 24-hour convenience store shone brightly in the dark. The streetlamps mingled with the harsh white fluorescent glow from inside, spilling across the pavement and guarding a quiet corner of the heavy night.

Sienna parked her car by the curb.

Her anxious, racing heart slowly began to settle.

She didn't move immediately. She just stared out the window at the silhouette of the man sitting on the bench. As the image burned into her eyes, a sharp lump formed in her throat.

Since their breakup, she had always tried to strictly separate the man Jorrod was before and after his amnesia.

But right now, she didn't want to overthink who exactly this man making her chest ache was. Not every emotional reaction needed to be dissected for reason and meaning. In this fleeting moment, it was enough that he was Jorrod Vaughn.

She approached with slow steps.

By the time she stood right in front of him, Sienna's mind was completely overwhelmed.

Her temples throbbed with a dull ache.

"Why are you here?"

Her voice was incredibly soft.

The man lifted his head.

The streetlight pooled in his eyes, radiating a gentle, melting warmth.

She stared down at him, unable to tell if those dark irises held surprise, confusion, or something else entirely. It was too dense, too incredibly complex. Her brows knit tightly together, refusing to relax.

Jorrod didn't speak.

He couldn't answer her question.

It was as if some invisible thread had tugged him here, telling him to wait. As if he could wait for something.

That here, someone would come to take him home.

In the end, Sienna never got an answer.

She just extended a hand toward him.

Theron frowned. "Dr. Shaw, what should we do in a situation like this?"

Dr. Shaw wrote down a referral on a business card, explaining that it was for Dr. Cedric Hart, a globally renowned psychologist.

Dr. Hart flew in the very next day and conducted a brief evaluation of Jorrod's condition.

Upon learning the emotional breaking point that triggered this psychological collapse, he suggested that since there were no physical injuries, Jorrod shouldn't remain hospitalized. The sterile, cold environment filled with strangers would only hinder his recovery.

Dr. Hart offered a rather unconventional solution. "You could consult with the patient's ex-girlfriend. Assuming it doesn't cause her undue stress, having Mr. Vaughn stay at her home temporarily might be highly beneficial."

That suggestion put everyone in a difficult position.

The two had broken up—that was an undeniable fact. They had already swallowed their pride just to ask her to visit him at the hospital. Asking her to let him live with her? It felt like entirely too much to ask.

Ultimately, Silas was the one tasked with making the call.

Terrified of putting too much pressure on her, he prefaced the conversation by emphasizing it was purely the doctor's recommendation, and she was free to reject it outright.

Despite his careful words, Silas was a nervous wreck. He pressed his phone to his ear, swallowing hard and licking his dry lips.