Chapter 659 He Loves Her
As the night turned into morning, Benjamin woke up. He had barely gotten three hours of sleep.
Isabella woke up at 8:30, rubbing her forehead. "Sorry, Benjamin, I crashed last night. Slept like a rock, didn't even dream."
"It's fine." Benjamin, looking tired, pointed to the breakfast next to him. "The hospital's nutritionist brought it. I've already eaten. You should too."
Seeing his concern, Isabella felt happy. "Okay."
She had a ton of stuff to do today, all related to the engagement.
Hearing her busy on the phone, Benjamin, trying to be considerate, said, "If you have things to do, go ahead. The hospital's got plenty of doctors and nurses. Don't worry about me; I'm not that bad off anymore."
Isabella put away her phone and walked over to hold his hand. "If you need anything, call me."
Benjamin casually pulled his hand back and smiled. "Yeah, you should go."
At that moment, Isabella had completely forgotten her deception towards Benjamin, lost in her dreams of a happy life, thinking that once they were engaged, everything would be perfect.
She was over the moon.
She smiled, said goodbye to Benjamin, and left the room.
As soon as she disappeared from view, the smile on Benjamin's face vanished instantly.
Sitting up, half-leaning on the bed, he grabbed his laptop, ready to dig into his past.
Since waking up from the car accident, he had changed his phone, and his contact list was empty. Those so-called friends from before were out of touch. To him, without memories, they were all strangers.
If he really was Antonio, then the identity of Benjamin, no matter how perfectly crafted, had to be fake.
All fabricated by Harold and Isabella.
Benjamin was now desperate to find someone from the past related to the real "Benjamin" to prove something.
Luckily, it didn't take long for him to find an old email in his inbox from Loren Schneider in Country M.
In the email, Loren expressed how much he missed his friend Benjamin, showed concern for his recovery, and eagerly anticipated their next soccer game like they used to in school.
From his words, it was clear that he and Benjamin had been very close, but no one knew the truth.
Benjamin sneered and prepared to call Loren.
At this time, the nightlife in Country M had just begun. It took a while for the call to be answered, with loud music in the background, clearly from a nightclub. The other party greeted him first.
Benjamin calmly spoke, "Loren, it's Benjamin."
"Who?" Loren, surrounded by noise, frowned impatiently. "I don't know you. What do you want?"
He said it without a second thought, blurting it out.
"How could you not know me?"
Benjamin raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you my best friend? You even promised to play soccer with me next time we meet."
"I told you." Loren's impatient voice suddenly stopped, as if he finally remembered. He laughed awkwardly. "Oh, sorry, I had a bit to drink. How could I forget you? My old friend! Benjamin! I've missed you so much!"
Benjamin wasn't easily fooled.
He could tell Loren had almost forgotten about him.
"Loren, my body's almost fully recovered now." Benjamin, sounding like a warm and familiar friend, said sincerely, "We haven't seen each other in so long. Can you come visit me? Here in my country, we can play soccer together. I'll take good care of you."
Loren hesitated on the other end.
Go to his country?
He didn't even know what this Benjamin looked like!
God!
The old man who paid him to act didn't mention this part!
Loren felt troubled. The main issue was that he had no real connection with Benjamin. If they met, he'd definitely be exposed!
"That's a great idea, but... but you know how busy I am with work, right?"
After a long pause, Loren seemed to come up with a reasonable excuse and emphasized it again, "Yes! My work is really busy. I don't have time to visit you. Maybe another time, okay?"
He was indeed busy, busy partying in nightclubs.
Of course, Benjamin wouldn't object. "Okay, we'll talk about it another time."
He then tested Loren with some of his usual habits, but without exception, Loren stammered and didn't get a single thing right.
If they were really best friends from school, and had lived together for so long, how could Loren not know anything?
Benjamin was angry, so he didn't say much more, and hung up the phone.
He managed to calm himself down but felt deeply confused again.
Everything was indeed fake.
So, what was real?
A deep sense of powerlessness emerged in Benjamin's heart, like falling into a bottomless pit, continuously descending with no end in sight.
'Who am I really? What's my connection to Antonio? Who is Harold? And Sarah...'
That woman, Sarah, who had been special to him from the very first moment they met, did they truly share a past?
And what about those children?
Benjamin's mind was a tangled mess, with no clues to follow.
But the more confusing the entire situation was, the more thoughts of Sarah emerged.
Sarah seemed to have already permeated his blood. Just thinking of her made him feel both heartache and happiness.
He missed her and wanted to hold her.
Also, he couldn't deny it... he loved her.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
