Jude Shaw sat down beside him, his eyes flickering. Yet after trying for a while, he still didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent. "Hugo wants me to take a six-month break from work, what a pity. I just got the Best Actor award. Should I make a statement? Disappearing is too irresponsible to my fans." Hugo Quinn quickly chimed in from the side, "I’ve already released the statement, Julian. I told you, all you need to do is rest well." Julian Sterling nodded, his eyes curving into a smile again. The room fell into silence. Nobody dared to mention the name Gloria Galloway. Watching Julian Sterling so carefree now, they didn’t even know what to say. Eleanor Hollis didn’t expect things to turn out either. Did his memory stop three years ago? Three years ago, Julian Sterling didn’t know Gloria Galloway; he was wholeheartedly waiting for Yvette Jacobs to come back to him. This is really unfair to Gloria Galloway. But if Julian Sterling regains his memory, he’ll be stuck in the pain and guilt of losing Gloria Galloway forever. Such a soap opera-like plot actually happened in reality. A week later, Julian Sterling was discharged from the hospital. He initially wanted to go home by himself, but many people followed him. Hugo Quinn had already had someone organize the room in advance, making it less gloomy. All items related to Gloria Galloway had been packed away in a box. "It’s so nice to be home; staying in the hospital was suffocating." Julian Sterling sat on the sofa, got up to make tea, but Hugo Quinn stopped him. "Let me make it. You just sit down." Julian Sterling felt strange, tilting his head slightly. "I feel like you’re all acting weird. Are you hiding something from me?" Hugo Quinn had just opened the fridge door when he saw a sticky note from Gloria Galloway. The fridge was covered with her notes, and Julian Sterling hadn’t removed a single one. Frowning, he carefully took down the notes and locked them in the box. "There’s nothing weird, we’re just worried about your health." The door to the living room was pushed open. Eleanor Hollis and Samantha Sullivan appeared at the door. They came to see Julian Sterling, as they were friends. Julian Sterling’s brow furrowed. Although he was usually very easy-going with fans, he didn’t like his private life being overly scrutinized. Now, these two had even followed him home, causing him significant distress. "How are you? Are you okay?" Eleanor Hollis had spent a whole week mentally preparing herself before deciding to visit Julian Sterling. Julian Sterling’s expression darkened even more upon seeing Samantha Sullivan holding a child. He found it even more incomprehensible, thinking that fans had reached the point of bringing children along to pursue celebrities. "Ladies, if you need an autograph or a photo, you can come to find me another day. As you can see, I’m really not up for it now." Eleanor Hollis’ lips twitched, realizing he truly thought they were fans. It seemed he really had forgotten everything. Hugo Quinn rubbed his temples. They couldn’t hide the past three years from Julian Sterling. The moment he goes out, he’ll find out it’s three years later. "Julian, Eleanor is my wife, and the woman next to her is Evan Yancy’s wife and child." Julian Sterling’s whole body stiffened, feeling as if he had heard a joke. "Isn’t your wife Grace Lynch?" He turned his head to look at Hugo Quinn, his mind in turmoil. Everyone exchanged glances, deciding against telling him the whole truth, fearing he would lock himself in a room again, just as before, and no one would know if something happened. "After that accident, you were in a coma for three years, which is why we suggested a six-month break to recuperate." "Three years in a coma?" Even Julian Sterling, as composed as he was, couldn’t keep the tremor from his voice. "Grace and I divorced long ago. Eleanor is my wife now, and I love her very much." Julian Sterling turned to look blankly at this woman named Eleanor Hollis, feeling as though he had seen her somewhere before. He lowered his head, not speaking, feeling somewhat panicked inside. Everything felt like a huge net trapping him, suffocating him. What he thought was yesterday turned out to be three years ago, and hearing Hugo say he fell in love with another woman seemed utterly absurd to him. "Evan, you married Samantha Sullivan?" He knew Samantha Sullivan, but seeing her hold a child with such a maternal look, he truly didn’t recognize her for a moment. Evan Yancy nodded, pulling Samantha into his arms. Only Jude Shaw sat alone, looking unwell. Julian Sterling couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, but he still patted Jude Shaw on the shoulder. "You’re the only one who’s still the same, with not a single woman around." Seeing Julian Sterling’s nonchalant demeanor, Jude Shaw felt inexplicably angry, feeling indignant for Gloria Galloway. "I once loved a woman." He said blandly, taking a sip of tea from the table. Julian Sterling was stunned, his eyes widening completely. Out of their group of friends, Jude Shaw was the least scheming and the hardest to find a girlfriend, yet now he said he once loved a woman. Could Jude Shaw fall in love with someone? It was preposterous! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 He said desolately, with a strong sense of melancholy; everyone had someone by their side, except for him, who was still waiting for someone who had disappeared without a trace. "No wonder you’re all so worried about me. I was in a coma for three years, and during those three years, you all had girlfriends by your side, while I’m still waiting for someone who won’t come back." His voice was mournful, and the more desolate he felt, the more painful it was for Jude Shaw. "The one I loved is dead, Julian. It seems you’ve really forgotten entirely." As Jude Shaw spoke, everyone became tense, fearing he would reveal the truth, which could trigger Julian Sterling, potentially leading to dire consequences, as the doctor had warned. Let everything take its course; don’t provoke him into remembering anything. Julian Sterling looked up blankly at the angry Jude Shaw, not understanding why he was so angry. Seeing his expression, Jude Shaw’s heart sank, and he slowly lowered his head. "The woman I loved is dead. I don’t regret loving her at all, Julian. You’ll understand one day." Leaving behind those confusing words, he suddenly stood up, truly unwilling to stay any longer. Julian Sterling said nothing until Jude Shaw’s figure disappeared altogether, then turned his gaze to Hugo Quinn. "Why do I feel he is very angry?" The atmosphere immediately became heavy, and nobody spoke. Julian Sterling felt increasingly uneasy, as if he had entered a world filled with dense fog, unable to see the path ahead or anything behind him.