"Oh, this is Dalemont Hospital. Last night, your boyfriend carried you in, completely soaked. We were all freaked out. You've had a fever all night, poor thing." The nurse patted her chest, still looking a bit shaken. "My... boyfriend?" Darcy touched her temple, her voice a faint murmur. "I have a boyfriend?" The nurse blinked, then her expression turned serious. "Miss, can you tell me your name?" Darcy's eyes were clouded with confusion. Her throat felt tight, stuffed with cotton. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. She felt a wave of panic and helplessness. "I... I don't know my name." The nurse gasped softly. "Oh, dear Lord. You poor thing. You've lost your memory." She patted Darcy's hand gently. "You must have had a fight with your boyfriend and jumped into the sea in a fit of passion, didn't you? Sweetheart, don't be so impulsive again. Nothing is more important than your life, not even love." "But," the nurse added, her tone softening, "I do think your boyfriend loves you. He stayed by your side all last night. We practically had to drag him to the hallway to get some sleep just before dawn." Darcy blinked slowly. "So... he's here? In the hospital?" "Yes, he is. I'll go get him." With a soft creak, the door to the private room opened. A tall, broad-shouldered man filled the doorway. Both Darcy and the nurse looked up. His shirt sleeves were half-rolled. One side of his collar was still popped, the other lay flat. The jacket he held was crumpled. He looked exhausted, disheveled. Still, his features were sharp and clean, lines smooth—textbook handsome. Well, textbook handsome and wrecked. The nurse turned back to Darcy and winked, whispering, "Your boyfriend's here—and he's hot." Darcy tilted her head, studying him. Is this... my boyfriend? Lucian saw the two of them staring and figured he had to look like a mess. He fussed with his collar and hair, then strode to Darcy's bedside. His voice was full of concern. "You're awake? How do you feel? Are you in any pain?" Darcy observed him closely. The anxiety and care in his eyes seemed genuine. Her initial wariness began to melt away. Was it really a fight with him that drove me to jump? He doesn't seem like the type to push someone that far. It was hard to imagine a man with a face like that being so cruel that he'd drive his girlfriend to attempt suicide. And—she glanced down at herself—was she really the type of woman to throw a tantrum and jump over a petty argument?What kind of person was she? She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying desperately to remember. But nothing came. No, that wasn't quite true. Something worse happened. A dull, throbbing ache began to pulse behind her temples. "What's wrong? Headache? I'll get the doctor!" Lucian's face paled as he saw her grimace. Darcy didn't want a doctor. They'd ask more questions, and she didn't want to explain the confused, chaotic thoughts swirling in her mind. Just then, her stomach let out a loud, unmistakable growl. She gave Lucian a sheepish, awkward smile. "Are you... hungry?" Lucian huffed a laugh. "What do you want? I'll go get it." Darcy thought for a moment. "Something warm." "Okay." Leaving the hospital, Lucian headed to the nearest bakery. This wasn't back home; breakfast options were limited. Locals typically ate bread with milk or a greasy, fried pastry. Darcy was just recovering; she shouldn't have anything too sweet or oily. But he didn't want her to just have plain carbs. He bought two cups of hot milk and two freshly baked bacon rolls. As the clerk was packing them, Lucian's phone rang in his pocket. It was his assistant. "Hey, Boss. We've got a nightmare client. Needs you in person. You... coming back tomorrow?" Lucian now ran a small consulting firm in Londyn. It wasn't large—fewer than ten employees—but the income was decent, life was stable and peaceful. He was content. In his free time, he volunteered with a local charity organization, occasionally joining their international outreach trips. This time, their destination had been this very island.On the last day, after their volunteer work was done, the organizer had arranged a boat trip to see the nearby coastal scenery. It was during that trip that Lucian had spotted an unconscious figure in the water and pulled Darcy out. When he first saw her face, he couldn't believe his eyes. For a moment, he was convinced he was dreaming. How could she be here? It was only the gasps and shouts from the others on the boat that convinced him it was real. He'd carried her straight to the nearest hospital. Thankfully, she'd pulled through. After battling a fever all night, she'd finally woken up. But as he was heading out just now, the doctor said Darcy had temporary amnesia and told him to brace himself. The news had left Lucian speechless."Hello? Boss?" His assistant thought the line had dropped and spoke up. "Yeah," Lucian said, his voice quiet. "I know. I'll get back to you shortly." He hung up, collected the food, and returned to the hospital room. He handed the warm milk and the bacon roll to Darcy.