New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 311 Lost Memory

Matthew and Alexander stood frozen, their jaws practically hitting the floor as they processed Claire's words. It felt like they had just heard the craziest thing ever.

the doctor, Alex. Now."

Matthew laughed nervously, trying to play it off. "Ha, good one, Claire. You're joking, right? You remember me, don't you?" He looked at her hopefully, but Claire's confused expression didn't change. Matthew's heart sank as he turned to Alexander, his voice urgent. "Call Alexander didn't waste a second. He nodded and rushed out of the room, his mind racing with worry. Matthew turned back to Claire, who was staring at him with wide, bewildered eyes. "Claire, seriously, it's me, Matthew. Do you remember anything? We're friends. Really good friends." He reached out, gently taking her hand, but she yanked it away like he was on fire.

"Are you crazy?" she snapped, her voice full of distrust. "I don't know you. Why would I remember you?" Matthew felt like he'd been punched in the gut. This couldn't be happening. It was like a bad dream.

Just then, the door swung open, and the doctor walked in, with Alexander right behind him, looking more stressed than ever. "Did she remember anything?" Alexander asked, his eyes darting between Matthew and Claire. Matthew shook his head slowly, his expression grim. "No. Not a thing." Alexander's face paled, and he let out a shaky breath.

"Did she lose her memory again?" Alexander's voice was almost a whisper, like he was scared to even ask. Matthew glanced at Claire, who was watching them both like they were speaking a foreign language. "I don't know," he murmured. "But she looked really lost earlier."

Alexander's mind raced. The last time Claire had lost her memory, things had gotten complicated-really complicated. She had fallen for him back then, and everything had gotten all mixed up. Was this like a reset button? Did she go back to being the old Claire? He stepped closer to her bed, his heart pounding. "Claire, do you know who I am?" he asked softly. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, and she shook her head slowly.

"No, I don't. Should I?" Her voice was cautious, like she didn't trust him either.

Alexander felt his chest tighten. He glanced at the doctor, desperation in his voice. "What's wrong with her?"

The doctor sighed, glancing at his notes. "We need to run some tests to see what's going on," he explained calmly. Matthew jumped in before Alexander could say anything. "Can we do them now? Like, right now?" he asked, his voice almost pleading. The doctor nodded and turned to get everything started.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally wheeled Claire back into the room. Matthew and Alexander jumped up, their eyes locked on the doctor as he walked in behind her. "Doctor, what's going on? Is she okay?" Matthew asked, his voice tight with worry.

The doctor cleared his throat. "Claire has temporary amnesia," he explained gently. Matthew's eyes went wide.

"What?!" he practically shouted, while Alexander just stood there, his mouth hanging open, too stunned to speak.

head was pretty serious," the doctor continued. "She has a concussion, and the memory loss is a result of

the hope clinging to his words. The doctor

it's hard to tell." He offered them a sympathetic look before

and fear. Claire's eyes darted between them, a hint of panic creeping in. "Who are you guys?"

Matthew. We're really good friends. And this is Alexander, he's...your not so good of a friend." His voice was gentle, like he was talking to

Matthew with a glared.

to him with a slight smirk on his

eyes narrowed, still not convinced. "If we're friends, why can't I

that. "You hit your head, Claire. It's just

quiet, finally spoke up. "I'm staying too, Claire. I'm not going anywhere." His voice was firm, but there was a softness in his

busy today? That's what you said

it later. Claire is more important right now," Alexander shot back, his

watching the

an old married

her confusion turning into

You're making my head hurt," she snapped, her voice louder than

him. "We're sorry, Claire. We just want to help. Is there anyone you'd like to stay? Maybe someone you do

at them both, clearly exhausted. "I don't know," she muttered. "I

not a good idea, Claire," Alexander interjected, shaking his head. "You can't be

of them. "Fine," she said finally, pointing

disbelief flashing across his features. "Seriously?" he muttered under his breath. "Even when she's

shot him an apologetic look before turning back to Claire.

shocked look etched on his face. "Are you serious Claire? But you don't